Tracks. The creek bed runs along the fields out behind the house. Frozen in the winter, it gives up some of what happens when we aren't out there. I step out on the culvert nearly every day while walking the dogs. Watching the creek flow by three seasons of the year, seeing the ever changing tracks of unseen neighbors during winter.
I am finally settling into a productive working rhythm between the Small Work and my larger pieces. I just finished the bear project, and I am trying to do a little more with it before I show it here next week.
