Friday, January 16, 2009

Leaving, alert and finding.

1. End of work. We scatter into the afternoon like startled birds.

2. I wouldn't have run outside to look if the green sky and gilded clouds hadn't been reflected in the windows opposite.

3. Art class: There is a raven hiding in this piece of cartridge paper.

Right paper, bin night and correspondence.

1. I have just the right paper -- tiny Japanese pages, not much larger than business cards, printed with wisteria in full bloom. 2. Bin nigh...