…the collective thought of snow

48. You live in a town that likes to festival.  Back in 1861 the first was founded, an agriculture and cheese show that celebrated country life.  For a long time it was held in the small show ground within the town, its gentle slopes filled with stalls to supply all your country needs, cattle andContinue reading “…the collective thought of snow”

The Nature of Art and Words

What do you do when you’ve been working hard on a project and it feels like you’ve run out of words? ┬áDo you persevere, force the words out from their dark hiding places however unformed and jumbled they seem to be, or is there another solution that doesn’t involve stick-your-fingers-in-your-eyesockets agony? Last weekend I decidedContinue reading “The Nature of Art and Words”