This Is My Father's World

All creation singing, and preening in the garden outside my studio window this morning. These birds won't be ignored.

 A block print to be run- (this restive horse doesn't want to yield to the preoccupying canvas on my easel at the moment ).

The Arrow That Flies By Day

From a window on the garden I watch God bring down the curtains on autumn.

 Some progress,albeit small, on new recording. Also, some new lino cuts in the offing. Making an effort to return more to prints in the forthcoming year.

 The worker does his work . . .