The world is loud. It stands too close. Its breath is heavy with old sleep. I don’t really think the world is this way but sometimes it’s just wearing to hope for the shiny and fresh and friendly. That part’s … Continue reading →
I thought I’d be sitting down below this view, where there’s a nice bench. It was so windy I had to stay in the rocking car and had to roll up my window a few times because the wind kept … Continue reading →
I fetched potting soil and pots and plant food. I repotted oxalis (hope that works!) and tidied and fed three geraniums, two of whom fought their way through winter, along with one that has a bit of hope still. Pulled … Continue reading →
Got a new Blackwing pencil – Volume 4 – and used my uber sharpener to get it going. These pencils have different woods and leads. The new one has a redder wood than my previous models.
Things seen here and there tonight in New Lebanon as the gloaming came on. Those who are waiting for an epiphany to strike may wait forever. The artist simply goes to work, making art, both good and not so good. … Continue reading →
Impossible is a word only to be found in the dictionary of fools.
