Outside my Starbucks, NE Fremont and 15th, an hour later. There’s me taking a picture of me.
I’m most fortunate to be offered a space to share art. Like here:
Most of these arrived after lonely storage, first in Portland, then up in Idaho. And now back here. I still have a small easel and a bunch of acrylic and oil paints, and no real place to stretch out and make easy going free use of them. But who knows, right?
from a mountain bench 
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