After the February storm of two days ago, recedes in memory, this day of single digit temperatures while the sun shines, unhindered by cloud or wind, feels like spring unwrapping optimistic green.

Daughter uses TikTok to help her dad’s book go viral 11 years after it was published. The book is called Stone Maidens. Yes, of course I ordered the book.

Small rant: I’m glad people are leaving the twitter sphere and supporting better, more ethical software and group publishing efforts, but…in the last week alone, 5 people who I enjoy reading and have donated to periodically over the years, have all moved to substack and a paid model of readership. If I follow 50 people

Sue Echelmeyer 12 February 2022 From P J Richards @P_J_Richards ‘In northern England it was said that single women living in a household with a black cat would never be short of suitors…’ “Whenever the cat of the house is black The lasses of lovers will have no lack!” #FolkloreThursday

Follies Of God 10 February 2023 “Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.”–Twyla Tharp https://grissom.substack.com

In the field, the backfield trees are dark, bare and see-thruThis time of year, the tall thin leafless trunks sway easily,One trunk leans precariously north bent since the Dec. ice storm,Most mornings I watch the murder of crows, who come to lunch in the field,Flitting between the trunks, getting their sights set before swooping inAnd

Somethings you never forget. I was in the Fine Arts program at USF, and worked in the theatre scene shop, under the direction of Mike Fish at the time this sculpture was built on the campus. One of many wonderful memories at USF. I do remember doing a lot of riveting for those “bulbs”. Graphicstudio