I keep coming back to this photo.

I was stupefied...

I found myself in Maine. At a school called Haystack.

I'd gone with MassArt as a staff person to chaperone the

trip.

Once I got there - I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to be out of the city.

I was away from the noises that have engrained themselves into the background of my life. And when they were gone - it felt strange.

I found myself in the woods.

And I found myself in commune with nature.

It was as if there were messages coming at me from something greater. Everywhere I looked was

beauty. The smell of life, death, and rebirth was abound.

I couldn't breath enough of the air.

I think I took a brief nap right here.

When I woke - I was blissful.

The canopy of green above with flecks of blue and white light shining through was enough to remind me just how precious moments of solitude can be.

I reconnected to something that was missing.

I was stupefied.

The District

I went to DC and took some photos. It was really quite warm.

But the nights were cool and beautiful. So I didn't mind wandering a little bit.

I think I could live there if I had an AC bubble that I could walk around it. I bet it'll be even nicer in the winter. I'll have to make a trip back to see how it's changed. And maybe bring a real tripod this time around.

Inkings

I've been on an ink kick for a while.

Yeah.

It's this meditative process where I look to the supplies I have and let the ink take its course. There is some modification of it's flow - adding water and shifting the plane of the paper. But mostly, the colors are allowed to blend as they see fit.

The sizes range from small to smaller.

And they're done on bristol board.

City lights are incredible. But when the fog rolls in, the lights disappear.

Recently it rained and/or was foggy for 100 days.

I figured there had to be some beauty in it, and there was.