every ending is also a beginning, even imaginary edges are in some way real

I was thinking about how I had gotten to the end of the day and not yet made my picture, and I still wanted to settle in and spend an hour or two playing in paint. I felt the squeeze of time.

separated/connected

Grumpy Bear is all decked out for a holiday party

this one I like much better than I thought I did once I stepped away from it. Maybe it’s just because I miss green.

Rise into this longest night and wait for the first shine of the Solstice sun.

shifting states