March 29th, 2018

abstract butterfly

warm imperfection

I had an overall good but imperfect day. I logged in 7,000 steps, a bit under what I like to hit. I drew a picture of a flower. I find that my drawings are less about being wonderful and more about making the image vaguely recognizable.

I liked Easter baskets as a child.

I read today of the recent passing of Dominique. We went to the same high school, a year or two apart. I did not know her well. I can go further than saying that. I barely knew her at all, but always admired her independent spirit. She was a creative, quirky person, as near as I can recall. I am sorry to hear of her passing.

from Dreamwidth, because two posts of the same text are twice as nice