The clouds today were big and puffy and fun. Here’s all the photos I took this morning on the way to work.
And after a long day at work, and even though I should be writing a poem to send out tomorrow, I did this, which needs some drying before I can do some final touches.
Finally, you might remember recently I spent time marking my brushes lest I lose another brush in deep grass. So far so good. But, the other night while rummaging on youtube I had to back up because of this, giving me great joy that I’m not entirely crazy.
And finally finally, from the Quote Box:
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry. — W. B. Yeats
