Begin with the rain

Begin with the rain
as it begins with the rain
and ends with the rain

The path is hidden.
The well is hidden.

The road to and away
is hidden.

The rain slants down.
Obliterating
where there would have been windows.
The weeds grow
where the last words fell
where fire after fire
eventually went out.

The world, though whispering,
is
(almost),
again,

new.

zzz

been falling behind, catching up, falling behind.
Just two more days of this - if I bother to catch up.
Then, I imagine, I'll try to write for a month about my odd photos of late.
Not quite sure what i'm getting done up here.  I sure seem to be doing stuff but the result is .... well.  we'll see.  Artist talk tonight in which I get to present my PROcess, as they say here.

So far, it's all aboot PROcess, eh?  ... Seems I have a different idea a day.  Not bad but, do any have legs?
Hard to say.

Have had some supply problems and so am painting in colors I normally wouldn't maybe.  (Haven't hardly been painting.  just shooting, mostly).  But I'll just burn through all I have here and then have a month or two to pull stuff together for the show.  (is that still happening?)

Alright.
Am I awake yet?

I don't think so.