I’ve been travelling, my friends. 

Half way across the continent and back again. 

It’s good to be back home again.  

Delving my hands in dirt, blanketing the roots of my first cool-weather crop in a freshly tilled plot of land.

The smell of earth and metal fresh on my fingertips as ideas unfurl like butterfly wings back in my studio.

Life’s amazing plethora of color, texture, and pattern burning in my mind.  

Fodder for the imagination.