Series of stitch meditations

Occasionally I will find myself working in a series.   This one relates back to my childhood in a little mining town in Nevadas high desert.    Just a stones throw from Virginia City, my home town of Silver City was a fun place to be a child. We could walk to school. No traffic. No stop signs, just cross the street and climb the hill by friends house, turn left and continue to walk uphill to crest where the two room schoolhouse stood.     In winter we could ride our sleds down the snow covered streets.    The town is still there. Some of our friends and their descendants still live there. Its this place that taught us the beauty of simple things, and vintage things. Reliance on family. Right and wrong.  The love of open spaces, long vistas and the fragrence of wild sage brush.  The love of rocks and clouds and joys of friendships.   The wild horses are still there.   This is what inspired these pieces.   Fa