The Sweet Ouch

Home to find the Shire bathed in sunlight and still buried in snow.  Three days home and yet another winter storm howls and screams at my north windows.  It’s mid-march.  I don’t feel in any way inclined to take pictures of this weather. But oh my studio is warm warm.  Full of echoes left from … More The Sweet Ouch

To troll

First of all, a description of the day out there: Phoned my Collingwood rehearsal before 8am and said it looked iffy, then went back to sleep. All of this adds up to Permission. To sleep, which I’ve done.  To stretch the day into a different shape, which I’m doing.  A shape that can contain a … More To troll