Today I have some hope. I keep on, though, regardless of hope. That is the practice.
This was the kind of imagery lying around the rooms of the cool older kids when I was starting to form my cultural consciousness.
I found a couple of plants shivering on the sidewalk last week. They seem to be recovering nicely. I divided several plants over the holiday period, and repotted others. I find the plants help me stay inside.
I spent some time looking at these paintings I encountered on my walk this last day of the holiday break. I decided to leave them for someone else, but I liked the bold colors.