toss junk no mercy
return small memories
to be found again Continue reading →
Art to me, is seeing. I think you have got to use your eyes, as well as your emotion, and one without the other just doesn’t work. That’s my art.
— Andrew Wyeth
Had hoped to go out and paint but it is just a bit too nippy for that. Wandered around the yard looking at the daffodils which are so close to popping out. Lots of little birds and a whole lot of welcome blue sky and sunshine. Continue reading →
oh my god weather
the breathlessness of it all
under the dark clouds Continue reading →
A yearly tradition of waiting for April and NaPoWriMo to begin. Happy writing everyone! Continue reading →
He who does not know how to write imagines it to be no labour, but although these fingers only hold the pen, the whole body grows weary.
