I opened the book (Soul Unearthed) and this delicate dragonfly? cicada? wing fell out. I laid it on the page, grabbed my camera and snapped this shot. A sweet morning shadow from the autumn grass lounged across the page next to the wing.
I have been working so hard on my pendants. A little side track from my usual photographing, printing and matting of images. But as people started asking for them I had to make more. They are simple and rustic and each one is unique. I have been selling them quickly; I guess it is the season. Earrings are next.
Who can tell me what the pendants are resting against??