Move over…

October 24th was a big day here.  The long arm took a ride to the new shop.  It’s up and running – tested before our technician left the building and ready for the first project in its new home.  I must admit, the corniness of my photo narrative was exceeded by the butterflies I got realizing how much my little big machine means to me.

Going for a ride with

Said I’d give them a shout-out.  I couldn’t have done it without them.

Bare naked, but not for long…

It’s kind of like camping out right now and hard to be in two places at once.

Borders go on the next quilt up.

Quilt’s on…without skipping a beat.

Tel Aviv

The white city has gone gray over time.  Once-pristine sandstone buildings show years of wear and tear on their faces.  Renovation is rampant – indicator of a culture not ready to cave in amidst the struggles of middle eastern existence.  Life – chaim – is everywhere.

I just returned from another powerful visit.  Reflecting, I focus on the beauty of paradox, the fine thread of “either-or”  that permeates this wonderful city.

October breezes from the Mediterranean, soften the humidity.  It is pleasantly cool in the mornings and evenings with enough warmth to enjoy a day seaside or wandering, walking, sun steady. A seasonal array of flora dress the sidewalks.  Growth continues as does incessant pruning of giant-leafed greens.  I step over it, looking down, then up, not to miss nature’s show of color and shape and the hand of anonymous artists – tel aviv their canvas.

This is some of what my eye and my camera caught…

So sad to leave…