Thinking fondly of this Scottish fishing village and how my grandmother’s needles seem to travel with me to all the places I love these days. I wonder what she’d think of that ... she, who taught me to sew?
She wasn’t Scottish (she was German) but somehow I think she’d appreciate where her needles have traveled, joining pieces together.
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Silver Lake Trail, Deer Valley, Utah
This is the last of the summer mountain captures. Thank you all for the encouragement and generous reception for these shots. Since Halloween is upon us, next up is a series of skulls. If it’s not your cup of tea, come back in a few weeks when I’ll start posting a series from Italy.