Feather

Feather, mixed media assemblage art doll

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me. 

Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886

Feathered Fun

Patrick brought home some feathered Mardi Gras masks for us on a recent trip to New Orleans and we've been having loads of silly fun with 'em. Lizzie was born in Mobile, Alabama which is also the birthplace of Mardi Gras on this continent. She attended many a parade as a wee thing and one of these days we've gotta take her back to experience the festivities. When we first moved to Alabama, I did a short stint working as an Mardi Gras float artist which you can read all about here. Happy Fat Tuesday y'all!