21 March 2021

 

     I ran my five miles this morning and am up to eighty-two for the month.  The site of the spinal tap is still sore.  We had some Canadian geese and crows fly overhead.

     I noticed a contrail and remembered back in the early months of the pandemic when there were no jets to be seen. 

     I still find it odd that out here in the middle of nowhere we are under a heavily used flight path.  It is hard to look at the sky and not see a contrail.

     I have one more chapter in Catherine Hewitt's Renoir's Dancer.  It really is more a soap opera biography, than one revolving around Suzanne Valadon's artistic output.

Suzanne Valadon was a French painter and artists' model, born 1865

     My second Portrait of a Prisoner: Joe Hecht, snack food wrappers, and glue on Bristol board, for  my Mug Shot series was completed this afternoon.

     This one is earmarked for the Portrait Society Gallery show in 2022.

     I am so darn tired.