It is a quiet morning even though so many people are on the street.
Snow seems to quiet things even as it falls lightly on a spring day. The flakes are more like clumps sometimes falling in a direct line to the pavement and the people walking past my view wear everything from watch caps and anoraks and fleece jackets to carrying brightly colored umbrellas. The snow has it’s many iterations, swirling with the wind in confused direction and then that angle that lands the flakes on your eyelids no matter what you do.
There are birds tweeting, confused in this crazy March that promises to bring spring.
Still the sounds are muffled by the wet snow and we can embrace the rhythm of it’s falling. Quietly sipping coffee from behind the steamed panes.
Making a pickup in the pouring rain. It was a miserable day.
So happy to get home and have a hot coffee.
Assessing, the tools for tomorrow’s holiday event. Tools are a beautiful thing and the right tools with the right ingredients make for a lovable feast. The sweet potatoes, brussel sprouts, pork roast, fresh artisan bread, milk punch, and rum raisins. And a luscious chocolate desert.
Adding new recipes to my iPad.
I’ve embarked on a project this year.
A 365 day project. It will result in 365 drawings. They will be made on my iPhone. I’ll be posting at my artlog and you can see them there if you are interested. I’ll try to write a bit about each of the drawings but sometimes the posts will be wordless.
I stopped putting my artwork at this blog except on special occasions.
I do have to admit that I’ve been on a music thang lately. Has something to do with working so much. Listening to lots of tunes. Being in the soundtrack of your life. I’m not apologizing — I’m going with it. Who knows where it will lead. Hope you enjoy it with me.
I haven’t seen the outside world for three days. Yesterday finally felt the outside air and walked over to Old City Coffee sitting outside in the sun for about two and a half hours. What a good medicine the sun.
Still no Comcast. After many more phone calls and tweets than should be necessary, installation is expected to take place on tuesday. Seeing is believing.
The move is complete. The art hangers in the walls, the small pieces of art, the pocket change, and boxes of restaurant matches have all been relocated.
Fighting off being sick the week of packing –– the morning of the move I succumbed to a sore throat, body aches, and general exhaustion. Most of the move is a blur. I actually slept while the contents of South Philly were relocated into their new container in Old City. Mambo movers and Margaret made it happen.
It’s all clear to me now. Waking for the first time in the new space. We are eye deep in boxes.
Phase one of the move. The day began with threateningly black skies. The day began with threateningly black skies.
Doing a bit of cover up. Love that yellow, just not that much surface, in this space.