the markmaking continues

 One of my clothesline posts.

This post was old when I was young.

One of the bells hanging by my temporary gate.

I jangle them when I pass.
The sound cheers me, and lets the goats know where I am.

Mushroom.

From a photograph taken a few months ago,

walking in the woods with Piper.

Shriveled fruits of a Maple Viburnum.

From a photograph taken this week,

walking here at home with Piper.

My sketchbooks are developing a unique topography...

an unplanned effect of painting with a very wet brush

on very inexpensive paper.

Most of the daily markmaking has been taking place at night, when I wake up and can't get back to sleep. This has unexpected advantages! For one thing, the process is unencumbered by the daytime pressures of all the waiting tasks tugging at my mental coattails. Also, it is extra-satisfying to create something in a period of time that would otherwise be fretted away in wakeful unease. So, keeping a sketchbook, a pen, and a few watercolors by the bed has turned out to be quite a good thing.

But still.

Really.

Between you and me?

I'm a photographer.

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