Thoughts

Sandy Shields. She is a very good old friend. I took this picture when I was 16 or 17.


It's one of my favorite kinds of afternoons. I'm alone, slightly hungover, and the view from my apartment's living room window is snowy and the road isn't so busy. The lamp has a nice soft yellow light and I'm listening to Édith Piaf. I'm thinking about painting -- not particularily because I have something in mind to paint, but because I believe a tripod easel with a work in progress on it would look pretty nice in my apartment. By the window, next to the couch, by the wooden chair.