#134 Winter Dance
December 16th, 2010
Cold But Rhythmic
I’m not sure this is a cliche
But it ought to be. Bare branches (with or without the snow) against a clear sky are to me some of the most natural sights to be found. Our ancestors grew to humanhood in the forest and the forest remains, in our deepest brain, the arch-type of both the best and the worst of places to be. It’s comforting under an overspread tree, it’s frightening amidst choking dense trunks at twilight.
I’ve slacked off posting new sketches here, as I learn more about how WordPress works, and I work to fill Christmas orders. I will do better. Also, I have a bit of a voice problem today, and so will forgo the usual audio presentation, for now.
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