In this season of dying light, my thoughts have been held by Creation, both big C and small. My own hands feel so small beside the wonders of the world, and yet these are the tools at my (sometimes) command. Paper sculpture is a slow process, and as I work my thoughts go to the genesis of worlds, the divine and evolutionary improvisation. For my part, I am thankful for the angelic bells, heard and unheard. May they never cease to ring!