morning light looking out from where I paint in my Napa studioAs I sit here at three in the morning in my forrest studio above Napa Valley, I am reminded of Service's lines,".....and here am I where all things end, and undesirables are hurled, a poor old man without a friend, forgot and lost to all the world; clean our of sight and out of mind...well, maybe it is better so; we all in life our level find, and mine, I guess, is pretty low." In a few hours it will be dawn, and perhaps I can say "...this is the day the Lord hath made...let us be glad and rejoice in it!"
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Poetry Don, poetry.
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