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Slowly the landscape is waking up from its long winter's sleep.
My self-healing mat no longer heals itself. I have spent many hours over the years, including today, cutting paper on this surface. It's been well loved.
I drove for over 1.5 hours trying to get home in a storm that was accumulating 1.5 inches of snow per hour. It was either sit in traffic for another two hours or go to the movies...Easy solution to the problem at hand. I finally made it home at 10:30.
When I review the images I always see them in reverse order, moving back in time. I love to see the unintentional connections like pieces fitting together in a big puzzle. Today I felt an excitement about my image because it fit so easily. I love it when that happens. When life is easy and the pieces fit, that is magic.
The first one of the year.
My two housemates are gone for 10 days. I received the quiet I have been craving.
Tea with Dario Robleto, Adam Milner, Yolanda Chichester...wonderful.
A farewell pho before the big trip to Utah on Wednesday.
I met a woman today who had the most beautiful mehndi patterns on her hands. She is getting married tomorrow and she and her future husband had the patterns on ytheir hands. She told me that they are both Pisces and when they put their hands together, as she demonstrated for me, that the pattern forms a heart. She graciously let me photograph her, but in my excitement I forgot to ask her name. So, to the woman with the beautiful hands...many blessings to you and yours.
Today was the first day in a very long time that I didn't have to argue with Nicolai about getting dressed. What got him so excited is he arranged his clothes on the floor first and then put them on. I hope this trick works tomorrow.
I haven't had much to write about lately. I am not sure why this is because there has been a lot going on in my life. I think part of it is that I feel self conscious about my writing and the pictures have been quite enough for me to handle on a daily basis. I don't want the writing to be a personal journal entry, which it was starting to become at times, and I don't want it to be dry and boring either. I guess you could say I am in a writing funk...so I decided to write about not writing to force it out of me, but it still feels empty and hollow. I will stick with the image making for now.
Nico and I had a fun day together. This was just one of the highlights.
Only 66 days left over.