{Farewell Old Year, and here's to a bright and brilliant 2015 for one and all.}
A New Year seven days worn in has yielded time to fritter, read, moan (sun's blaze!), and make. At productive best, it has looked like this, an industrious hive of Solander box perfection (thank-you dear Louise) as my scissors trim, snip, and glide.
As I pick up my mandolin, may 2015 prove a great, healthy, and fulfilling one. To January’s promise. To brighter times! And to slightly milder weather.
Roll on. Roll on.
{To me you sound like a mandolin playing and one thousand canaries. A Salvaged Relatives collage of moving parts.}
{Freeze! Nine spinning seconds drawn from ninety different frames.}
+ The quiet and good bits of 2015 looking much like the quiet and good bits of 2014
