midnight at the kitchen window
eyes turned toward the sky
time to ice fish for river-run smelts. i like mine battered and fried.
i like the word winter
midnight at the kitchen window
eyes turned toward the sky
time to ice fish for river-run smelts. i like mine battered and fried.
thursday afternoon
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my interview in the latest Pasticcio Quartz -- sarah and angela do a fabulous job of putting this art zine together -- so much inspiration -- gorgeous glossy colorful pages.
opening up inside
the smallest bit of color looks brilliant against snow, against ice. my eyes are being drawn to these splashes of pigment on a white wintery landscape canvas. making me think of possibility. of new beginnings.
happy new year
sending you love. thank you for making my blog feel like home. yes, i mean you.
i will be in touch soon.
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delicate
dreamy duet
quickly becoming one of my favorite albums
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