Lilies

This year. Well..

Must need to be divided….

Leaving after decades. Google’s

Can’t upload photos anywhere. 

? We are gone.  And suddenly after awhile I can add photos. Oh well I have 6 of 10 new blogs now on Posthaven. 

It’s not so great with photos and side bars. ( none) but I like having ten blogs for 5.00 a month all inclusive. 

Mukilteo Beach 

      

               Yes it’s me and Rob^^ and Fox. 

             

       The tall jar all this years dried petals this year. 

      Glass hearts!!

          

And old book I made. 

                Bolt of silk Tsmugi from Japan. 

               A dream patio that Rob built for me. I only had to mention it once. He wasted no time. No expense was too much. Finally my vermillion bridge over the koi pond and oh yes oh yes oh yes, tae koi pond. Too !!

                Shibori , tie dye  Japanese tie dye. Kimono 

And the name isn’t unappealing like so many are. 

Post haven seems comfortable and like it’s inviting artists, thinkers, those who have zoned in on a better spaciousness of life vs something harsh like Substack!!! Or even blogger. Blog. 

No one considered thoughtful names. I’ll post a few photos tho. Here

Be-tweening and flowers.

I’ve done all my blogging on iPhone since the first iPhone came out. Last few months at least. It’s not working. Pardon me for  not posting photos. I

Might load some on my laptop later. 

I wanted to touch base here however. I may be moving to a different place to write. I’m looking for something that will attract people who aren’t looking for notoriety. Just creative souls with humanity and have time for what I call be- tweening. IOW people patient enough to notice the space between themselves and another and how we receive or feel or experience that other.  Because we can all be so rash. 

Rashness us like thinking our way or opinion is all that matters and then making something out to be about them right away before we allow ourselves to notice what is be-tweening from here to there. 

In terms of old photography it’s like allowing a picture to develop. 

The chasm between us and others  may or may not be us. It could be them but mate if we don’t know we should open up a little 

Otherwise life is talking to hear ourselves talk. 

I’ve been guilty of that 

I think we have all been there done that. 

But creating some connection with another well it’s not so much work as awareness. 

I’ll let that sink in. 

Thnx if you wander by. 

North Cascades Washington Pass.

North Cascades Highway first Snow fall the overlook was into beautiful white Air. Only snow covered tree tops shown into the cold mist.