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| contemplating beyond |
Week seven's theme was "Up Close". It was one of those rare sunny and warm winter days, when you are actually drawn outdoors. The snow was melting and our cats were finding dry patches to sit in. (My kids were not and were dripping with dirty wetness.) The cats were cuter. There is a noble nature to this lady. Some call it indignant. Either way, she patiently allowed me to stick my camera up within two feet of her face without batting a whisker.
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| diamonds & rust |
Week eight's theme was to "pick song lyrics and come up with a picture to represent them". It just so happened that I was in Madison visiting my best friend, the rock star Betty Montana. Singly my wildly off-key voice's heart out along with her amazing one, we sat remembering all our favorite song lyrics from college. We formed a circle around the wood stove with our husbands, a couple of friends and several guitars. We encompassed the beat of the seventies. Rather aptly, I daresay, I chose this picture with these lyrics: "hearing a voice I'd known, a couple of light years ago. . . "
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| lurking |
It is week nine this week and the theme is "something you should get rid of." I have been getting rid of most of those somethings for months now as I've worked to improve the studio. But there are weak spots in my ability to donate everything. And besides, paint is a pain to dispose of properly. Which is why I have neatly stacked, three deep mind you, pails and pails lurking beneath the basement stairs. I should get rid of these, but I probably won't. After all, won't they come in handy one of these days?
