I'm sitting here in the comfort of my studio with a hot drink and central heat. It's taken me a couple of days to get used to how warm Missouri is compared to that last week in Nebraska. Look mom, no socks!
The decision was made on Thursday night that I couldn't burn my chrysalis because of how toxic the fumes would be. Instead, I cut all the outer fabric off, harvested all the little do dads that I had attached and hung the armature on the hook in the barn instead. I like to think that what ever it was that it completed the metamorphosis cycle and only the wire cage of the chrysalis is left. It's a more poetic version than destruction by wind and rain storm.
Here are some pretty inspiration photos of things that I found on the farm. I really will miss the ramshackle nature of it all from the comforts of my pristine bug less bathroom. If you get the chance go see it in all it's October golden light glory.