Day 97: Tired of words

Too many words. That’s the impression I have from reading a few chapters of a book I was working on in 1997-2004, “Difficult Places”.

I felt literally sick reading it. So much effort to produce … a lot of words.

Just two things today:

Spirits in Plastic – March 2015
Spirits, caught by infant leaves
Infant leaves – April 2015

Not that these two bits are so spectacular. One is an attempt to make floating figures from plastic bags pulled through slots in foam core. The other is a pretty standard macro of tiny new leaves.

But they express who I am better than all the thousands of words in the “Difficult Places” manuscript.

I will start again.

The penny is a 2015. Living in the present.