Ah, a new print. Yes, of birds. I’d been working on getting the layout right on this one, but I felt like something was missing. As soon as I had that thought, I saw a tablet of manuscript paper (you know, the paper you learned to write on in first grade) that I’d been meaning

Jake and I were walking through the park this morning when we entered a quiet, secluded space where someone had lain eggs and flowers and shells and birdseed on top of the stones. It was eerie and somewhat mysterious. What had happened there? A wiccan wedding? A full moon worship session? A bunch of florists,

We’ve had a short respite from the rain, and suddenly – unexpectedly – Golden Gate Park is in bloom. Yes, it’s still a cold-ish 55F during the day, but the sun is out and the days are longer. I took Jake for a long walk through the AIDS Memorial Grove and picked up a few
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