sarah's been busy weaving
literally and metaphorically down by the
river in tukwila, making basket-like sculptures
with locally harvested willow. that's the material
level, the nuts and bolts of stakes
and strands, but there's also the
intangible, the social ties that bind wherever
people come together in common purpose. lately i
feel like an aimless loner, so it was gratifying
to become a thread in a larger pattern by helping
her cut suckers off established trees in this
tangle of willows at a secret location she has
permission to access. my waders leaked, seeped ice
cold bog water through the booties in frosty
morning shade but the sky was blue and when the
sun cleared surrounding tree tops any discomfort
soon melted away. |
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