While we were away in north-eastern Victoria last weekend, I collected some leaves while on a walk with my husband, and used them to dye a beautiful piece of woven wool. I love the results, and a closer inspection reveals detailed "prints" of the leaves. The black comes from metal scraps that we found on a previous visit, that are the all too frequent reminders that humans had been there before and left too many reminders of their presence.
I hadn't planned to do any dyeing, but couldn't resist when I came across the different leaves. I do love how I am building up a collection of different fabrics that reflect the places where I did the dyeing, and that they hold the memories of these trips.