Friday, July 11, 2003

I seem to have lost the spark, or what I remember as the spark. So today
I forced myself...

Early this afternoon I headed toward the cottage and as I arrived there
was a torrential downpour. The nasturtiums in the old pump bed collected
little pools of water in the middle of their leaves, and I collected
images of them doing so.

In doing so, I was rekindled.

jim