Well, today is the second day of spring, and I awoke to a hard frost. I always approach the change of season with mixed emotions. The cat part of me longs for sun and balmy weather, with bird and bug song filling the air. But the artist part of me is not ready to part with the stark bones of winter-the architecture of nature. Soon everything will be soft and lush and green, and I am not quite ready to give up on the browns, grays and beiges of bare trees and ornamental grasses. I have been sketching and taking photos of these sights, but still have to incorporate them into my work. Will it be fiber, or prints , or both combined? Maybe this it the start of my Tactile Architecture piece!?