Friday, November 27, 2015
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
The moonset this morning was mostly obscured by a bulky hemlock tree that grows across the street on the edge of the woods. It was somewhat overcast, but still dramatic and fun to watch while clinging to the edge of the mattress in order to get a view of this morning's moon position. Then while driving home from the lake, I saw tonight's moonrise, the full moon at last. It was mostly clouded over and looked like a poached egg in may ways, still wonderful.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
Today was windy and cold, not just cool; I was curious to see how the chickens were dealing with the icy blasts. Those giant Jersey blacks were so fluffed up that they looked like turkeys. Their feathers were dancing in the wind. Other than that, it was business as usual in the chicken yard.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Saturday, November 21, 2015
The stapler was on the desk at BookWorks, where I was working this afternoon in between drawing sections of the persimmon.