I was awake, writing this poem and listening to an Owl hooting outside my bedroom window between 4 and 5 a.m. this morning. The photo is another Owl that posed for our photos in 2015. It was injured and died shortly after, the Humane Society here informed us. Into the Light dear one!
This is my reworked acrylic painting with added leaves and shells resting for a few minutes here beside my weaving. Until recently, it was hidden behind my yarn bins asking to be reworked. It will have to sit on top of a book shelf as our place is small. ‘Cozy’, I mean lol!
I hadn’t intended to write a poem today but here it is… I’m reworking a large acrylic painting into a mixed medium creation so that, as well as other activities, have all called for my attention as usual. I do plan to spend more time on doing something with all my art supplies gathering dust. 😁
Flowerpoet 
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