The image below is a book that I made almost twenty years ago. Hand-made paper, hand-cast pulp - letterpress and the pictograph-like images are made using xerox toner and fusing it in my oven....

I was thinking about it today - John and I coming up on thirty some years of marriage this year. The text in the book is this poem by Margaret Atwood. It is still true today.

Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, the edge of the desert the unpainted stairs at the back where we squat outside, eating popcorn where painfully and with wonder at having survived even this far we are learning to make fire Margaret Atwood