Good doggie Tilly for not chasing the horses. Good dog.

"...the quiet miracle of daily living..." I'm going to use that in a sentence in the next week. I feel that myself these days, even though great financial uncertainty lies before me. But the making of coffee, the discipline of work, the attendance to meetings, the phone calls from friends are a miracle, for living itself seems a miracle these days. I'm not old, but I feel that way sometimes, with creaky bones and creaky minds. I'm not complaining. I've just had a lot of death to deal with the past year and a half, and it's left me aware of the death that will take me someday. So most of my work is done for the day, or maybe I'll head into the moonlight and shoot a photograph. Or maybe I'll just go for a walk in my desert town and breathe in the cool winter air. Love, Stu