Like the moon rising


It's a silent walk in the woods or a peaceful stroll along the shore. It's seeing a beach stone or a bird in a tree. Something catches my eye. I'm connected.



It's a piece of my fabric sitting on the table, or a random group of beads in a bowl, waiting to 'become'........

.....and all of a sudden, like the moon rising from the sea, I see it and it needs to be.

photos: Veselin Cuparic

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