Photo hints of the GIVEAWAY I’m announcing tomorrow.
19th and 20th century ledger papers play a starring role. I have several different kinds. More than I’ll probably ever use. The writing is so lovely. I imagine the previous owners of these old books, tucked into tiny offices, dipping their pens into glass bottles of ink, and recording all the details of their business. I wonder what the weather was like on all these days. Clouds, rain , sun, blankets of fog, banks of snow, winds blowing in from the north or west. I love this showy splash of blood red. How did it land there right on top of October 1891’s entry?
I didn’t open the journal all week. Too busy with The Whistling Season by Ivan Doig. Thank you for the recommendations. Really. Who knows how long I would flounder in the wilderness before meeting Ivan Doig.
Still, there are these pages from last weekend. And seeing them now is sending me straight back to the workshop table when I finish here. There are thoughts to be laid down in between the covers of my book. And a freshly collaged page on which to write them.
Sometimes this blog feels like a long letter I’m writing. A missive
from the inky black night of Los Angeles to wherever you are. See you