"There's no retirement for an artist, it's your way of living so there's no end to it." Henry Moore

Wednesday, January 13, 2016


Every cloudless morning when the rising sun slices through neighbors yards and hits the northwest fence in my backyard I witness a personal light show. Sometimes I just stand there in the kitchen sipping my morning java and watch the images become more pronounced and shadows prevail. It doesn't last very long, perhaps several minutes until the sunlight loses it's deep orange changing to yellow and finally blindingly white.

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