Thursday, February 28, 2013
. . . it was September in Catahoula. Luke was in the sugar cane fields photographing a large sycamore. He’d positioned a tall stool, nearly half as tall as the sycamore, in the shade of the tree, and I saw him at a distance, a tiny figure climbing up and down the stool, trying to get the perfect shot.
Day 7 of the painting project in Weimar, Texas. I added faux frames around the door and the window. One more day, and we should be able to finish the painting.
. . . I swept cheese crumbs off of a granite countertop into my cupped hand. I said, "Bill, you go to church quite a bit, right?"
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013