I am never done with looking!

photo Leslie Avon Miller

I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.

Looking I mean, not just standing around,

but standing around

as though with your arms open.

~Mary Oliver

Seedling story, Leslie Avon Miller

Sunflower, Leslie Avon Miller

To really see, to look closely, this is my current and on going quest. To notice the light, the textures, the shadows. It is as if I were a beginner again. I am amazed.

Leaves, Leslie Avon Miller

I love so many things: leaves and twigs and seeds, found objects. Things that tell of times past.  My families collections. Especially I love beauty that comes with time.

The Dream Remembers Us

Photo by Leslie Avon Miller

What we want 

is never simple.

We move among the things 

we thought we wanted:

a face, a room, an open book

and these things bear our names---

now they want us.

But what we want appears

in dreams, wearing disguises.

We fall past,

holding out our arms

and in the morning 

our arms ache.

We don't remember the dream,

but the dream remembers us,

It is there all day

as an animal is there

under the table,

as the stars are there even in full sun.

~Linda Pastan

Small time, small art. Tucked inside this simple folded paper envelope I placed a copy of the poem. This helps me  remember how I care for dreams, and animals and stars. 

Working with my own hand printed Japanese papers, my thoughts and new-to-me technology I am learning new ways to look at creativity.