Fall in Oklahoma - when it occurs - if it occurs - is a lovely season. Occurring slowly, outlasting the leaves with warm patience. Yellows top the greens in early morning golden glow. Faint soft blues and fluffy whites await in stillness the days' south wind; doors stand at parade rest, awaiting the north wind and my convenience.
. . . that was then. This is now. A hard freeze, brisk winds, a trip to the dentist, time clicking to the holiday countdown. Life can go either way.
Studio work will focus on ceramics for the next month, and a good thing since I'm boxed in on a dozen paintings. Good things happen. I just can't bring them to a finish.
So, slab work, sculpture, okie mugs, here we go.
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