while winter's boney fingers still grip us tightly..
I am dreaming of spring..
and since I have no evidence of that..
I thought I would go through
my paper stash
and search for antique bird and egg prints...
and then I got sidetracked..
hoodwinked... tied up for a few hours...
it is dangerous to go perusing old boxes of papers..
journals bound in threads and raffia...
I could be lost for hours...
if it were not for you, dear reader...
gently calling me here to write
a new post...
I could be lost for hours... perhaps days... grin
...
while I am working on my journal pages
painting a new board and making several
collages...
I thought I would
rather show some things that I thought you might like to see if you were here..
rather than more wips..
and as I was pulling out old books and papers and
an old atlas fell completely apart in my hands...
I realized that
paper is going the way of the dinosaurs...
my shopping list is on my iphone
I am playing on my ipad with the 53 paper app
and eventually...
all this old crumbly
cellulose
will turn to dust...
I don't think paper will ever go away completely...
like handwriting... which will be reserved for artists... probably...
but it will be more rare..
I hope I am wrong...
but I think I am not...
books are so...
heavy...
but ...
my paperstash did satisfy..
at least for the moment
my desire for spring...
C4N!
