Three quarters of a century later and the seventh anniversary [to the day] of Sara Melinda’s passing I think hmmm, that third one went by awfully fast and, hmmm, we’re unlikely to make it out of the fourth. “The past”, as the late John Berger wrote, “grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying”.

So spent the first day of the fourth quarter priming canvases, and why not.

Thursday was a good day to bathe [if you’re a hummingbird],

good days to be out…

and about,

until Saturday’s evening party

was duly and happily survived.

Sunday

afforded time to get out in the little truck while

Monday brought a Packard to First Street

and subsequent days disappear into scraping away several thousand images from the computer in an attempt to enhance its responses…hours and hours of this go by…

while outside, dull light, no matter; these were found from Wall Spring, 2015.

Fourth quarter, none given.

M