Sunday, March 16, 2014

first workday

The perfect black may elude me, but the colors never let me down. As I loaded up the river basket it was clear that I was running low on pure color; there was plenty of great texture and such, but colors that ring like a bell were in short supply so that was my mission for the morning.  Results tomorrow.

I had forgotten all about the beach! The last time I was here the water was too cold, not so this time. We waited on the beach for the full moon to rise but the clouds built up and by moonrise there was only a brief sliver of pink and then nothing. Storms predicted for tomorrow.

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secret messages

"He watched as she stalked a wide, slow circle that took her all the way around the car. She was wearing something short and black....

Play it again Sam.