We are called the exquisite bloom of February
We are called wild and grow freely

Very very annoying are people who arrive
an       hour and a half late for lunch.

Joanne Kyger, “I blinked my eyes, looked up and everyone was 25 years older”

Dawn comes over the ridge, not yet reaching neighbor’s front yard

Tone on tone plumes

Neighbor up the hill has a backyard light on

Early morning sun, frozen water drops

Foggy morning drive to work

Afternoon patch of light on new south-facing wall

List of books taken from George Jackson’s cell

Reading – short prose.

After devouring the collected Lydia Davis this summer, I’ve now dipped into

Samuel Beckett (“Texts for Nothing”) and

Peter Altenberg (“genius without abilities”).

All of these are surpassingly strange and very satisfying.

Collage pieces made over the weekend, working cozy in the vaulted dining space at Rowe Camp.

True Colors, a workshop with Jane Davies at Rowe Camp

I have a fondness for this one’s goofy shapes:

Love the blue side of this house on the shore of frozen Georges Pond, Franklin, Maine.

Arches – digital manipulations of waste prints