However Long The Night…

Eglon Beach Sunrise 2

I admit that I have been cycling downward for a while. Up, down, up, down, and occasionally, there is middle ground. When I’m in an upswing, I tend to get a lot done, or at least I start a lot of projects. Like three-quarter sleeves, however, I never quite make it all the way down to the wrist before the energy dissipates. When I’m on a downward trajectory, there isn’t much I can do but hunker down and ride it out. Because this is what I know — everything is fluid. Happiness, sadness, come and go like tides.

You don’t fight the beast nor do you give in to it. You meet it. And know it is impermanent. There is an African saying: “However long the night, there will be another dawn.”

I was there for this one.

The Falconer

The Falconer
(c) 2013 LST

Feeling better, but not quite upright.

This collage is a combination of elements of my own landscapes, vintage photographs restored and hand colored, and “drawings” created in Photoshop when I was learning paths. The bunny in the boy’s hand is a transformed photograph of a vintage bunny given to me by my great aunt after I was born (gasp) 57 years ago.

Duck Out Of Water

Duck Out Of Water

Because I have my usual holiday bronchitis and am too tired to type, I’ll post another of my early photo collages that I’m sure must have some deep psychological link to my love of a little dog that ate a pillowcase and chewed another hole in our quilt last night.

Happy Thanksgiving All! To those having duck, well, sorry.