Inside and Outside

Outside

This morning I looked out the front door and saw a pile of snow sliding off the entryway roof. It looks like a length of fiberfill.  With temperatures in the teens and single digits, I am glad to be inside, where I am in the middle of weaving a white wool warp. Seeing the work of nature in a similar style outdoors gives me the sense that nature is doing the same but in a different medium. It is creating in cold and I am creating in warm.

Inside