|One Night at Penland.|
|Months ago I made boxes for a week. The best week ever.|
|Meanwhile there was a National Geographic worthy battle between an orb-weaver spider and a wasp. ..|
|Seriously, it went on for hours. The wasp finally did break free.|
|Alfred Artemis Moode at home.|
|fig & port.|
|It started like this.|
I'm making books and things for a number of forthcoming opportunities, and working on some applications and proposals. I wish I had an existence that allowed for more time for these pursuits. No, I don't wish; I want. Shall work toward.