yet more thoughts on making some sort of book from old drawings,

all the while walking dogs and bundling up to check the straits most afternoons

as king tides and winter winds blow us all towards March.

Along the industrial shoreline red ships

and graffitti’d trains were looking [but not feeling] deceptively springlike

when I retrieved the ’45 from Alex’s, primary electrical problems sorted.

Out back of us the Capitol fence mysteriously capitulated one breezy morning

as weather moved in to close the passes by night

yet again…

though by late Friday morning apparently one could, if one enjoys that sort of thing,  get in line

and creep over while down here after a dark and rainsplattered morning things cleared up

although the snow on Diablo was, given all the hype ‘n’ hysteria, disappointing.

Into the weekend the weather continued,

whether one wanted it to or not.

All swell as long as one has shelter from the storm[s[…