At a Loss

Today was not a day for writing. There are days when I'm moved to frantically scratch and scribble every thought that flits behind my eyes. There are also days when the only engagement I want with words is to endlessly tweak their color, typeface, and other such minutia. I suppose today was one of those days; a day I felt expression through color and an Elina Brotherus photgraph.

My Love Affair with Sugarhouse

Cross with the Locals