I'm not sure what's more important to me right now. Balance or impact.
Thursday, February 10, 2022
groping in the cold sunshine
I'm not sure what's more important to me right now. Balance or impact.
Wednesday, February 09, 2022
A Wednesday suspended
The strong sunlight called me to dig the river basket out of the closet and take a look. See if anything needed needle and thread.
I took a handful of pictures and kept comparing the captures to the real thing before conceding the exceeding blue-ness of my favorites. What was that about at the time?
Anyway, I was about to pull everything out of the basket when the phone rang.
Shorty and his sore throat needed to be fetched from school. It was a good day to watch a lot of Larva and We Bare Bears. I drew the line at Pinky Malinky. They talk too much.
I am so glad to be able to do this.
Sunday, February 06, 2022
spring cleaning
This tray got more consideration, beautiful blank slate that it is. Got a thorough cleaning for the first time in memory. Jude, you may have had one like it. At SVA, a painting teacher encouraged us to get this large enamel tray and give up the romantic notion of the quaint wooden pallette with a hole in it for your thumb. He was right.
This tool has Served valiantly. Beyond art, it has brought meals to bedsides and even did a short stint as a sled. Now I think of it as the Make Tray. Yesterday it staged a Lego project.
Nothing moves me. Yet.