a flood of nostalgia...

my pocket prayerlets distracted me {in a good way} from 'a flood of nostalgia {two by two}' i started earlier this year.

spring has sprung & with that my attentions have moved away from my studio & out onto the land & into the world at large.

so what exists of the nostalgic flood thus far will be tucked away with hopes of rekindling the flame of fascination in the future.

except the swans who will stay in full view, keeping the spark alive.