December continued a bit too o-cast to dry laundry though the camera, perpetually optimistic,

rendered even the greyest mornings bluish so it’s hard to gauge plus whenever

the sun shone one tended to take way more pictures anyway. Various tasks

[not, given the Mud, to include burning] were tended to though the most religiously attended

were the daily watercolors and semi-demented Mending of Pants [not shown] while watching

paint dry.  As the week went on abstract illusionism prevailed, more pictures were attempted,

the studio, though chill, was looked in on and frozen morning or muddy afternoon

tours of the sculpture park, where a variety of Fleming sculptures are parked, were effected.

By Friday the sun had migrated sufficiently south to illuminate the bedroom which was

also the morning a substantial high moved in ahead of Chris Mahannah effectively

shutting down the artesians he’d come so far to measure though weirdly enough three hours

after he left both were flowing again.  Oh well, time for another tour around the wet earth to

inspect the burnpile and check in on Storm Queen.

“Grey Matter”,

“Galileo’s Telescope” with “Insinuation” in the background,

“Fumerole”

and the Inkies…into the sunset.

Another frosty morning ended again in

flat late light, dogs [see them? One, anyway…] running wild – and wilder – into more sunsets;

Wall Spring, Nevada Desert, December, 2020.