“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.” – Henry David Thoreau
(And what did you do to record the shadow at noon during the solstice?!)
The fishin’ cat was a gift from my son years ago, and it presently fishes over my kitchen sink. It’s also posed for a portrait or two.
The other images are stuck in cyber limbo at Casa Loca, so this post closes sooner than planned.
After 11 hours’ sleep, I’ll move forward today, poco a poco, but the joint pain is definitely much better. Today will be PAINTING DAY, and I predict a good day.
Take a timeout for art today and join me! Paint that piece of driftwood that’s begging for a touch of color or paint zebra stripes on a rock or draw a silly fish swimming in the sky… The choices are endless!