(Ugh! Neglected blogging feels kind of like neglected friendships. There's that awkwardness about resuming. How do you get started again? What do you say? From where do you pick up? I guess I'll just start over...)
I had a dream a few weeks back. I don't usually remember my dreams, but this one was vivid. A visit from mom, and a gift she left behind.
I've been doodling and sketching and painting more lately. It's a quick way to record a thought or an image I'm thinking about. Capturing those moments that can't be photographed, because they only reside in my head. Does that make sense?