(to-do list) After finishing my long and involved piece of art that I just had photographed, my first impulse is to do something light, something

I’m so relieved and excited: my photography session went really well. Soon I’ll have the photos to share. I had hoped to have help for

~Bob Dylan (in his book, Chronicles): Folk songs are evasive – the truth about life, and life is more or less (not true), but then

Oh dear. So what you see here is broken glass. I would like to say it’s because the art came down and didn’t prevent the

You have no way to really measure this from the photo – but the snow at my door is waist deep. This is the side

I now have an unimpeded view. And just to celebrate, nature launched one of its finest: a day of non-stop snow with gale winds. Spectacular.

MORNING EVENING No, it didn’t take all day to pack the art. It took 2 hours with Rhonda’s help. There it is, in the box,

Can you see the bird’s nest up high in the tree to the left? (and yes, that’s snow falling…) I feel like I’m experiencing “empty

Where once there was a moon, now there is moonlight. Where once there was the moon, now there is then moonlight… It’s an incantation. However,

Can you see the dog? He’s pretending that he’s a mountain. There are mountains in the background. Mountains in the art, too, right? No one