Against the Wind

Call this a little blogging Christmas Present. It was found on a blog promoting a biography of Satcho by Treachout, Pops, which if you’re inclined to spend money on me… I’d like for Christmas.

So Satchmo and a photo. This was such a promising shot. I thought I had it nailed. They call these mosquito hawks here. Great name, eh?

I hate it that I cannot achieve a sharp focus using my eyes. I thought I was seeing clearly enough to focus by hand and nail it. But NO.

I had a dream last night of myself as a butterfly with battered wings. I got up thinking of my Uncle Sam. He had a forceps injury at birth, and one arm is foreshortened. I didn’t even know he was “handicapped” until someone described him by his little arm. I’m sure Sam never knew he was “handicapped.” So, if I’ve got battered wings, I just do. I still have to fly on what’s left.

I’m finally up to October Photos. It’s only December. Time flies, which brings me to Janet’s quilt top. I’m tearing apart the last wheat stalk and put half of it together today. I just cannot get myself to commit to finishing that up. I just had idea #3 or #4 for my row for the Row Robin, but it’s a time eater, so I’ve got to get that one out. I’ve made significant progress on a lot of other things while piddling with that. School’s about out.

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