(at the workbench) - which way the wind blows

march always seems to be about waiting...   past year's like this still cold but with the winter's white snow banks receding and the earth revealing and about to return ...this year the waiting is so very long (like a endless narnia winter)  ...

in the workshop, i am staying busy with new projects ...

i am imagining wooden sails and  ...  how many old ships that set sail on winds that they knew not were they would lead....

on journeys filled with uncertainly that would become stories in the making to tell…