make hay..

 

 

 

 

while the sun shines

 

a day of warmth and sunshine
rare for January
the new year has just begun
tired from the busy-ness of the holidays
every bit of extrovert-ness mustered
has been used up
(exhausting for an introvert)

wandering alone around this farm
a breath of fresh air
before my hibernation begins

to sort things out
to accomplish some goals
to start on a couple of projects
to try something new

 

(in March I will be spending a week up at Maine Media College, participating in a workshop led by Cig Harvey)

 

Is it  possible to teach an old dog new tricks?

 

I’ll let you know come April

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

recluse

 

 

“the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation”
~ Proust

 

looking forward to a little downtime
as a stormy weekend approaches

 

 

 

 

 

hibernating

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“the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation”
~ Marcel Proust

working on a post about mood and photography for next week..

I’ll be asking for your thoughts.