When That Little Voice is Quiet

Today I am thinking about how I would have loved being Marco Polo.

The fascination I harbor for the Silk Road leads me to books and to the 

study of textiles. I personally love all natural fibers. I always choose wool, 

or silk, or linen, and cotton. I grow flax in my garden. Not enough to do

any major production, but it is interesting to see how to do these sort of 

chores. And it is a lot of work to end up with a fiber to spin into cloth.

I am thankful for the fact that I can trade for these things. By trade I mean

using money that is earned in some other way.

I think about beads, too, that is a story in itself. I wonder over how someone

probably accidentally discovered glass and then someone figured out how to

get holes through these tiny little beads. I study about glass and beads, too.

It is nice to have an appreciation for the objects we choose and an 

understanding of the materials gathered.

This is what I think about while I am busy doing other things.

White on white is the topic in photography today.

That little voice inside my head is not telling me what to do.

I wish it would.

The macro lens I ordered should be here sometime this week.

That will be a huge help.The lenses come from Japan. . 

This is always on my mind, the Japanese people.

So in the meantime, I am working on the pleated piece and doing

some beading on this other piece.