As you well know, this past weekend was taxing. So on Sunday, after attending an insightful lecture at the New Mexico Museum of Fine Art, I did little else but run errands and do chores. Every time my thoughts turned to analysis I banished them and returned to more banal concerns.
Today I awoke feeling the passion for photography that makes me pretty much all that I have become. While making the bed in the guest room (for my friend Kris who is visiting from Michigan for a few days) I felt I must take at least one photograph or I would burst.
Here it is, an abstract from the antique birthing chair I have in our dining room. I had a little fun with it. A little fun seemed appropriate since it's too early to have a margarita.