A wide channel of smoke snaked its way across the western sky this evening. My neighbor and I agreeing that the purple sky is lovely, but ominous. The air smells of smoke. Fire season has come to call in Southern California. My daydreams of storybook ponds and rowboats and sheets of tinkling rain continue.
I’ve been tucked away inside all day. Cool air from the window ac blowing away the heat and keeping the smoke away from tiny cat lungs and big human ones. It’s not exactly the same as being trapped inside by 10 foot high snowdrifts, but I’m making do quite nicely.
My box of collage provisions runneth over.
More Poladroid images from my trip up north. Or did I take these in my dream last night. I can’t remember.
Do you remember me posting about the work of Larissa Wilson, whose work I spotted in Lawrence, Kansas? Well that post got a comment today from a gallery owner in Seattle:
Larissa Wilson will be showing at the Fetherston Gallery in Seattle Dec 4-23. Fetherston Gallery 818 East pike Street Seattle Wa
if you live in the area you could go check it out for yourself. If you were so inclined.