Got out on Old Stage Road this morning before six. Cooler, 73 degrees out. Witnessed a big, splashy sunrise over the Continental Mountains. You can't make up these cloud formations.
Scorpion Tail Sunrise, 5:58 a.m.
Marched up Morningstar, getting my heart rate up to 220, minus my age, getting ideas all the while, then turned around and on the way back down, noticed that the spectacular sunrise light was already mushing out:
Sunrise Mush Out, 6:07 a.m.
By the time I got back to my studio, it was all gone. Just like life. We're born, we flicker briefly and then we flame out.
Ah, speaking of my life's work. . .
My art studio after a thorough cleaning and major reclamation by Curator Cal
I have a great space to work (thanks to Cal), but now I am dealing with an ambitious schedule with multiple projects and ideas. Here are a page of my notes for one particular project:
Graphic novel notes from editor Jeff Mariotte on Mickey Free
Struggling with several other problems. More than a few involve lack of skill (to match my ambition), others involve focus, still others involve dedication. The trick, for me, is to stop one ball, take a real good, hard look at it, and then take a nap.
"Every problem has a gift for you in its hands."
—Richard David Bach
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