Never could a quote ring more true.
It is a beautiful late summer morning with heavy dew. Big fluffs of cloud sit like loose cotton in the valley down below. I can’t see anything that is down there under that fog, but I know what’s there and it’s tugging at me. Mud, and mess and work to be done. I’ll roll up my sleeves and head down there this morning.
For now, we have guests arriving—our favorite people from Brooklyn who I wrote about in two spring Brooklyn posts here and here. The studio is also our guest house, so I need to make order so I can make the bed and cut some flowers to make it welcoming.
I share only one picture today from the flooded house of my friend’s brother. A few days ago I said that you can’t make flood pictures beautiful. This picture may dispute that. It is melancholy, to be sure, but it also hints at beauty. And I hope, hope, hope, that this family piano can dry out and ring out with music again someday.
More flood pictures here.
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