I Quit.
The studio door was inviting all week. I know because I kept walking past it.Not closed off or unavailable. Not locked. Just standing …
Bond. 20# Bond.
The north light had not come up full yet when I coated another test, a small four by five square of paper laid flat on the table while …
Logic Doesn’t Get a Vote
The goji berry at the east fence had gotten completely away from me again, forty feet of it in one area spreading exponentially like it …
A Crane Painting and a Paddle, Both Gone by Sunday
I have been emotionally flat this week. Not sad, not anxious, not burned out in any dramatic way. Just neutral. The kind of tired that …
The Drawers That Wouldn’t Open
The drawer opened. I stood there holding it, not moving, because somewhere in the last five years I had genuinely stopped believing it …
Good Firewood Now
The panel caught the edge of the workbench and hit the floor. I knew from the sound. That sound. The specific, irreversible crack of …
After the Banners Came Down
I didn’t take a single photograph. That shocked me when I realized it, somewhere on the drive home. Two days at the state …
Everything at Once
I gave myself a bit more time this week. I am unsetttled in my writing. Processing way to many emotions. I finally decided to go with …
I Brought My Laptop to the Graduation
I want to explain myself, but I also think most of you know me well enough that the explanation is not strictly necessary. Commencements …
Don’t Die Without a Dock
The tire swing hung from a cottonwood that leaned out over the hill, and if you pumped it high enough and let the arc carry you past the …
Patterns in the Hallway
The carpet in a hospital does something interesting under mixed light. I was there most of the week, off and on, waiting and watching …
What Nobody Photographs
Wednesday I came home from a middle school track meet, changed out of my coaching gear, and went into the studio to sand a table base. …