In a Warm Breeze— At Principle Gallery
Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.
–Mark Twain, Old Times on the Mississippi
Things that need to be done this morning. Want to finish a small piece on the easel plus have to plow a little after the first substantial snowfall of the year. Not much of a storm for us compared to many other places in the storm’s path or even here normally at this time of year. But enough that it needs to be cleared away.
So, I am just going to lay out this week’s Sunday Morning Music selection which is Privateering from Mark Knopfler. It’s a good song to have in my head while plowing. Imaginings of warm ocean breezes and the carefree attitude of a pirate are a nice contrast to the thought of light snow blowing into my face. But for a moment I am transformed from a bundled-up guy on a tractor to a swashbuckler scanning the far horizon for my conquest.
Redtree Times 