“that” having been the at times queasy uneasy 2023-sy…but ending it at Wall Spring in Winter as long as you dig winter as much as dogs and Bruce Haley do was just about right although

the lack of snow all the way to the end of the year was definitely disconcerting.

The last day’s morning came up smoky-looking and strange on the Smoke Creek and

like Bruce, whose work Lee Saloutos introduced me to just before Christmas, I like winter a lot

even though those two, more dedicated to photography, communicate it way better than I do

but here is here and here

it was the last day of the year, an arbitrary landmark if ever there is/was one. Nonetheless for

that, my 81st New Year’s Eve, we had pizza, a very nice champagne from B. Moore, and were

up at least until midnight in Omaha…then woke to a brighter day,

the brightest day yet; t-shirt weather in the kitchen doing the first watercolors of the year,

a year I fear promising more unrest to come, um.