It's been a really tough month. Working on this year-long photography project is a lifeline to normal, or maybe just the illusion of normal, good enough for now. Maybe it will help to keep the grieving at bay until pleasant memories return.
This is the Haserot Angel at Lakeview Cemetery. Despite the long hair, it's a male figure, notable for the weathered tear stains on the face and neck. No one seems to know it the artist foresaw them.
Favorite earring on a favorite background, my Dad's childhood desk. My brothers also used used it, as much for a work bench as for a desk. When I refinished it, I left the battle scars.
Yup, coming up on Easter. A bunny I made a million years ago.
There's always a redwing blackbird on the topmost branch of the tallest spruce in my backyard, reminding all comers that this is his territory and they better stay the heck out. Added a Kim Klassen texture to a very dull sky.
And yes, after surviving the winter undiseased, it got me. Triple-soothing? Nuh-uh.
Bye for now.
