Thursday, August 18, 2011

Gold in the Air of Summer.

There is a kind of hypnosis that happens when you live in central Oregon in the month of August.  You forget the long, long winter.  You forget about living in Long Johns from November until May.  You are lulled by the sunshine and blue sky, and by the perfectly nurturing veggies coming out of the farmers market, and friends gardens.  You ride your bike to the river, to the market, and to see live music.  Well, you actually ride your bike everywhere.
This hypnosis, however, has taken it's toll on the art making.  So, I have nothing to show, nothing to report, really:  at least till I get a camera.

Just thought I'd tell ya.

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