Splurged last eve and bought the new Fever Ray album, haunting and beautiful and best listened to with eyes wide open, in the dark of the night. Plus, check out this most pristine publication, a beauty I've been eyeing recently...wish I could get my hands on a copy.
Some recent inspirations found in the land of Kindra, plus evidence of some semblance of progress towards some semblance of a Senior Project. Plus the Otto––my most favorite palindrome––keeping me sane. 2+2 is equaling 5 right now, and I am hoping I don't go off the deep end, or have some sort of crazy public meltdown anytime soon...
A new year begins on a crisp afternoon, when a knotty branch is no match for a brave little pup. 
...and for the smallest of moments girl and dog and rabbit were the only three beings out there in the world, dancing on tip-toes through the freshly fallen snow.
A new friend came to stay today! Otto, meet Sherman. Sherman meet Otto. They're getting along well thus far...sort of. 
The perishing ceased for a moment as the sun set over an averred new day, warming the carpet of a hillside that I wished was far away.
The Four Little Puppies story book, kindly lent to me by Ms. Kindra Murphy, reminds me of a Grand McNally Elf Book classic, the adventures of Yip & Yap! After some grasstime & storytime, I promise Otto that I will never make him dress in such ridiculous costumes.
Otto fetches cicadas as I dust the dirt off my knees and slurp down the last few minutes of these waning Summer days. Goodbye Summer, hello Fall, its back to work for one and all...
