I've spent the morning sipping coffee, sketching memories of our trip out here, knitting socks and listening to local CBC radio. If I was a braver person, that's all I'd do, but the existence of small devices to keep me "in touch" with the digital world sing a siren song that I
Our little camper is my art studio on wheels. I sit in the loft bedroom (actually, the place where the mattress sits over the truck box in the fifth wheel). I used to dream of a time when we'd travel about while I pursued my artistic interests in various parts of the country. Now, we're doing just that, despite or perhaps because of some serious setbacks in getting to this point. It's a wonderful, privileged life and I am grateful for it.
Outside, the quail go walkabout and sing. It's a beautiful day.