On Tuesday evening I headed out with our dog for a meeting of the dog club to which I belong. It was pitch black out. Warren asked me if I needed a flashlight or a head lamp. At our house when the sun goes down it feels as if there is an infinite dark. I reminded Warren I was going to town. We met at a park with street lamps and although it was a cold evening we could see each other. Our dogs were very aware of each canine. There had been an accident on a nearby street and the whole time we practiced telling our dogs to sit and stay amidst the many variations of instilling dog manners, sirens sang in the distance. There was one dog who was particularly sensitive to sirens and he howled in concert. When I got home fully chilled I could appreciate the dark of our yard and the quiet of our spot we call home.
One Secret
not the brilliant stars
but the infinite dark
what I wish on
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I sent a picture of a wine cup in my hand to Cartwright, something she had made before the ’80s, she gave me your link. Whatever that means. I don’t really use my social media sites, I’ve been showing at Paradise City art show for 25 years. I still do a show in Great Barrington every summer Fourth of July enjoy the Berkshire’s immensely each year. Last I saw you we climbed up to the “catwalk” over Grand Central station. A vivid memory. Living now in Central Vermont and wondering where you are, remembering the first time I saw you which was in Zamicks ceramic studio, first day of classes first year.
My bowls take days
Great to hear from you!