This morning; blue sky, pink mountain, ice coffee.
Wrote a letter yesterday and posted it with an official UPS stamp of the full moon. I rubber stamped it with a, “RAISE HELL AND PUT A BLOCK UNDER IT”
I want to send more snail mail. RK send me your physical residence somehow.
The game camera sits on a stainless steel tripod, about a foot above the top of the moss rock. The snow is almost covering the lens. There have been zero footprints since I placed it. P told me to piss in front of it and animals will come and sniff it. Smart kid.
I’m trying to bury myself in paintings, working to stay ahead, chasing that state, blazing the path ahead and paving the road behind...not really, just adding to the visual vocabulary.
I’ve been working the sourdough, feeding two starters at a time, flour and water like cement on the rim of a few bowls. The kids go through the sourdough cinnamon bread like they were starving.
Spent time on the mountain yesterday, sore today, tight hamstrings pulling on the hip and knee joints. Stretch!
Feeling outside of time, outside the insanity of screen demands. Can I keep this up? goddess, I hope so.
Where is JCJCBBG? We desperately need his brand of chaos here. I sent him a care package last week.
