Beneath the Limbs

The ordinary fields of the day to day , the return to Ethiopia on the horizon . Thinking about home , as if I have rehearsed this day before . Recalling that one great meadow grove that flanked the furthest corner of my father's property .

Working out some musical ideas , and attending to some new lino-cuts .

"What is the comfort of a plan of a house if you do not enter the house itself ?"

                                       C H Spurgeon

I Cede

Like an angler that returns to his favorite spot,I will always hew to the reliable pages of the sketchbook when inspiration is scant .

Days of Rendering

Starting to grow more at ease in a new work area.Outside,the winter tears along and there are sporadic taps on the roof and the walk as the remaining pecans are shaken from the limbs. I hope to get outside with a sketchbook when this cold front breaks . I was startled when running through the wood yesterday by a coyote .