the week that was was,

anyway.

Rainy days partially spent exploring the essays and works in Fred Herzog’s “Modern Color” were

punctuated by some sun

but then,

though Wednesday was darker and wetter than ever

[as was the afternoon]

it was nice.

Thing is, the wet that came through seems to have stayed wet all the way over the

mountains [not good] while for reasons unspoken we scanned the distanced past

for clues and

otherwise beyond the Solstice to be

befogged by morning,

but brightening by lunch…one thing and another; Vallejo again, Christmas to follow…

or so they say.