Sad. That’s what I am. The capitol’s violence broke my heart. My country is so broken that I have no idea what to do. It’s above my pay grade.
That’s not all. I’m angry. I’m hurt. And, I knew it was bad when Turkey told us to settle down and mediate this. Turkey? Really? We are worse than a third world country.
I’m not alone in this, but I lay all of this at the feet of Donald J. Trump. I’ve tried not to mention his name on this blog. But, yesterday was beyond the pale.
I know that we will have a new president in two weeks. I know that it looks like the senate has been flipped. That’s not enough. Trump is a criminal. He must be impeached again. He must be convicted by the senate. That will keep him from every running for office again.
Then New York can do its thing.
I fear for this country in the next two weeks. It’s going to be a very dark time.
That’s it from me.
And, you?
Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Wash your hands. Keep your distance. Look after each other. Enjoy all the art.
Peace.
Peace.
Peace.
Art. Doesn’t seem like much. Doesn’t seem to matter in light of the rioting in our capital. In light of the violent transfer of power in The United States.
But, art matters. Art in any genre matters. Art is what keeps us human. Art is what nourishes our souls.
So.
I keeping making art. You should too.
When I saw this tree in the light that was illuminating it, I knew what I wanted to do.
So, I did it.
I stripped the picture down to its barest elements. Doing that brought out some underlying color. That’s what you are seeing.
I’ve been trying not to use bordering except when the picture needed it. This picture need it to hold it on the page.
That’s it.
STORYTELLER 
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