I took this from my desk 5 minutes ago..
The Wind is sewing with needles of rain. With shining needles of rain It stitches into the thin Cloth of earth. In, In, in, in. Oh, the wind has often sewed with me. One, two, three. Spring must have fine things To wear like other springs. Of silken green the grass must be Embroidered. One and two and three. Then every crocus must be made So subtly as to seem afraid Of lifting colour from the ground; And after crocuses the round Heads of tulips, and all the fair Intricate garb that Spring will wear. The wind must sew with needles of rain, With shining needles of rain, Stitching into the thin Cloth of earth, in, In, in, in, For all the springs of futurity. One, two, three.
This photos were all taken within the last 7 days..
Yesterday, the world lost the brilliant Kwakwaka’wakw artist Beau Dick.
May you rest in peace Beau..
Some of Beau’s work can be seen here.
And about Beau’s death here: