I still love finding insignificant pieces of scrap crap on the road. More and more I am attracted to broken bits from car accidents. That and the chunks of rubber and plastic also I assume, fallen off of vehicles either from impact or age.
In case anybody was wondering, I'm still here. Mostly Tod and I have been working like a team of horses removing dead tree chunks and limbs from the estate I care take for. Next I will start clearing out scads of leaves from the silt pond and regular pond hoping to do it before the insects get too hungry and the frog eggs burst. The eggs are in clumps, grotesque caviar-like masses floating near the surface. I don't want to disturb them but I also don't want to wait for a zillion tadpoles or whatever they are to appear while I'm in there with my rake.
Still working on my puzzle thing. Feeling just fine not doing anything else. Work (taxi) is non-existent. Mud season keeps things gloomy enough that tourists are also non-existent. I have to admit it feels good to just live day by day and not feel pressured to 'make art' or find where else to show/sell it. I'm appreciating the slowness of living the way I do. Appreciating Vermont as I've been reading scads of essay type books by Vermonters from the 1940's to present. I often toy with the idea of living somewhere else, knowing it would behoove my artistic career in many ways which I suppose is why I'm looking inward and really seeing where I am and enjoying that. I'm kind of on the diving board, but presented with more than one pool below. Not sure where I'm going to aim my body. Until then, I will enjoy the view.