Floodwaters rising. I was among others, and I was on some sort of mission; I was preparing for something, and trying to locate what I’d lost among the water pooling around our feet. I didn’t set out to write it down immediately, though, so the rest of the dream has been lost.
Sunday Ben and I had such a fantastic day of wandering in, around and through the park. It was really, really nice out (in this winter, that means it was in the mid-forties fahrenheit, and sunny). What a treat to wander for hours without getting cold– no hat or gloves; wathcing metwater bubble along beneath crispy layers of doomed ice in the sluices alongside walkways.
Here’s a drawing I did with the water soluble pencils my brother and sister in law sent for my birthday.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 