Traveling for a month dislodges old habits. I didn't bookmark articles to read later. I didn't create rough drafts of journal posts. I didn't balance my checkbook (with the disastrous result of forgetting to pay our mortgage). I didn't wake up with a to-do list. I didn't work in the garden. I didn't exercise. I didn't draw.
I did take pictures. A paltry record of abundant input.
And I wonder when some of these images will start to show up in my work.
And I found new (to me) artists to explore.
Images and ideas travelled through my mind with a flutter of recognition:
Trees planted too close stretch skyward and are turned to pulp.
Trees bent with the wind have deep roots.
We visited a churchyard where the 16th century cathedral was blown down by the wind. The bell tower remained reminding everyone how tenuous life can be.
Spires point to infinity.
Antennas reach to capture waves.
Sculptures of saints often have pillows of stone.
Time is both vertical and horizontal.
Does any of it make sense?