Paintings may take years.
Much work, but little progress.
But then, this is there, complete, essentially realized.
The muddy spot, long dry, demanded a plank bridge.
I started it, someone else finished it. Patient, then impatient. I am detail oriented, straight lines should be straight, take the time to get them that way -even on dumb, back trail planks. Not everyone thinks this way, most think in terms of getting it done. Then, shamefully, I become aware -volunteering is not about me. I got paintings, gardens, even blogs for that.
No comments:
Post a Comment
If I do not respond to your comment right away, it is only because I am busy pulling out buckthorn, creeping charlie, and garlic mustard...