I heard my first gunshots (2) in Brooklyn today, followed by an dismayingly long interval of silence between their echos and the swarming of sirens headed toward either the origin or destination of the bullets.
Not much to say other than that it's more to think of and about. Nikki and I visited Walt Whitman's grave in Camden and I still haven't lost the mood of the place. After painting my 211th stalk of bamboo with leaves I finally made something recognizable on my news scrap in sumi-e class today. Then I celebrated by doing 32 or so more. Next week is a different bamboo shaft on rice paper and maybe 20 people in the world know how oddly exciting that is.
1 comment:
Hello. This post is likeable, and your blog is very interesting, congratulations :-). I will add in my blogroll =). If possible gives a last there on my blog, it is about the Home Theater, I hope you enjoy. The address is http://home-theater-brasil.blogspot.com. A hug.
Post a Comment