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Wet Mulch

A weekend wet with rain becomes a new wet week. This shot from last Saturday was the last time direct light from the sun deemed to visit us.

The steady soaking rain is perfect weather for some more introspection. But is it really possible that I need more of that? Not hardly. We have passed the halfway point of acceptable navel gazing on this blog months ago.

In fact, a friend and colleague emails saying;

Yah I've been following your free fall on headvoice.
Sounds dreamlike. I think it's lovely to be able to just let
it all go and hang around processing shit.

He is an artist, both intuitive and perceptive. And he is also right... it has been a free fall in a dream state for a few months here. But now there is another being to take care of and nurture. Sure, he weighs barely five pounds, is covered with white fur and eats pine cones... but somebody has to raise him properly and teach him squirrel 'hunting'. Enough dreaming... and free falling, for now.