The weatherglass of human thought.
I leaped into the meadow with my camera one morning. It was still cold, but the light was amazing. It was the first time I felt Jack was really interested to cocreate.
He even took some shots himself, tipping over the tripod and giving me the urge to yelp for a second. Blurry shots, but everybody starts somewhere.
The urge and fun to make art are coming back. And he already knows. Good times ahead.
I leaped into the meadow with my camera one morning. It was still cold, but the light was amazing. It was the first time I felt Jack was really interested to cocreate.
He even took some shots himself, tipping over the tripod and giving me the urge to yelp for a second. Blurry shots, but everybody starts somewhere.
The urge and fun to make art are coming back. And he already knows. Good times ahead.
- 9 Oct '22