Taking Alice to school this morning – she’s better, but still sniffly – and this moon spoke to me, so I dashed back and grabbed the camera. Mornings have been clear, and the moon keeps talking to me.
I have to write a paragraph or two about my art, and pick two pictures to send to the gallery manager so she can get publicity started for us. I like the forethought, but I have no clue what to say. I figure I’ll start blabbing about tools and passion, and what I am attempting to show people and then pare it down to the point where it makes sense. And is grammatical.