Time to pull shut the screen door on the Hemingway studio (named after the architect, not the writer) and climb into my Matrix and drive off.
Two weeks isn't long enough but the hours on my new pine deck seemed endless. (Old deck shown in the pic.) You should see my tan!
I finished a piece on a painter.
I found a shape for my Luther College 100th Anniversary Poet Laureate piece.
I found a form for ongoing work on "cities".
And I left a nip of scotch for the next person.
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