It’s a lonely business, this learning how to paint in oil. But I think I’m making a little progress, slowly figuring out a few things.

It’s cold again and I don’t like it. But on my evening walk with Holly I heard the owl again. There was a beautiful full moon, and I was thinking about changes to come, about things I want to try next, places I want to go once this long holding pattern finally comes to an end.

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