My creative muse disappeared. She skyed up, walked out, took a hike, flew the coop. Like Elvis, she left the building….and headed for parts unknown leaving me with piles and stacks of projects. I tried looking for her but I couldn’t find her. I think she was on that ill-fated cruise ship that had to be towed into Alabama where she had a case of the vapors and took to her bed. But I think it’s time she came home.
I know I took her for granted–started project after project–finishing few of them. No wonder she left! I wore her out. I picked through my mountain of projects in various stages of completion hoping one would talk to me. But none appealed to me and I couldn’t start a new one without her.
So I picked up my camera and began to photograph anything and everything. Everything except quilts. Here are some of those photos.
As much as I love photography–freezing that split second in time forever–I love quilts just as much.
So, I’ve been venturing downstairs once again, looking at the piles of projects and trying to decide in which order to finish them. Maybe, then, without the distraction of unfinished business, my muse will return.
Wait a minute! I hear someone at the door!