moments

moments

Friday, August 1, 2014


My Larry has been creating spoons and spatulas, wonderful vessels that feed us, from scraps of lovely downed madrone trees. 

And, I have a new typewriter, excepting it isn't new. It is old and heavy and carries the smell of many memories...old coins, my father-in-law's upstairs office, my dad's trombone,and Heffernan Press, the place he once worked. Old printing presses clanging out pages of the written word. Now when I touch my computer keys the noise seems to fall away with each new letter. xo