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As I wander my yard the steady drizzle and overcast skies make for a great backdrop to the amazing colours of the changing leaves. Not all have fallen and the leaves still in waiting are getting brighter each day. Bright yellows, bright oranges and deep reds.

The Choke Cherry has left a carpet of dark purple around the base of it's trunk. And the Silver Leaf Dogwoods have been stripped bare by the wind and rain which gave me the opportunity to find some of the straighter stems for cutting.

They are great stems for display. They retain their waxy red sheen throughout winter and are a great contrast to the snow.

This pic shows an older piece of work. A cast stone pumpkin tucked into a garden bed near my porch. It's been finished in antique copper.

The Primitive

Some-where along in our evolution-ary timeline, before Google, instinct would have been all we had to rely on. And I believe that those dusty tools still exist deep in our brains...waiting on autopilot.

I'm reminded of that when I think of someone that I knew, from years back, that I ran into recently. Back then we were planning to collaborate on a small project when this other person briefly dropped out. It gave me some time to re-evaluate and ultimately the option to walk away...which I did.

I can't put it into words but something about the whole arrangement just 'didn't fit'. And the same 'vibe' was present running into this person again. Could I have been wrong?...absolutely. Do I regret following my instincts?...absolutely not.

Today's pic shows a small sampling of some of the Dogwood cuttings I had collected last week during our brief teaser of warm weather.