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i cry so easily these days, certain types of images just let loose a flood of salt. this morning it was the work of a photographer on cbs sunday morning. pictures of bobby kennedy, yoko and sean, the clintons in 1992, the reagans, andrew wyeth.

lately i have been much more conscious of my mortality. i don't want to die. maybe someday i will want to, but now, i want to live forever no matter how frail i become. i can't understand suicide. i want to see the future.

the painting i am going to do for pageeater will be like no other i have done. i don't know if a stranger seeing it will know, but already the process is unique. slowly getting to know 13 people and watching them get to know each other. i'm not sure what precisely i will draw from each for the painting, but just the fact that i am directly inspired by each will make this piece special.

there was a frost last night. it looked like snow on the ground in my yard.

i had a great game with whorlpool this morning. i actually made him work for his victory :) once i even thought i might pull off a win.

anyone want to hike rim to rim in the Grand Canyon this spring?
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