The coneflowers are spent from lack of water and end of season decline. The birds will still enjoy these seeds (I think), but they look pretty charred. I’m sure the death beetles contributed as well. These always look like missiles to me up close.
I spent some time playing with magnetic poetry tiles this week. I found them somewhere amid the slap-together-studio piles of things that I’m still discovering more than a year after our move. And, as luck would have it, today I also found the perfect sized frame and glass that I needed for a painting that’s been underway for a few months (but that will have to wait for its debut).
This is the magnetic word play daily jane “red night vision,” which also happens to be the title of the painting mentioned above.