artist’s date and all that
I’m heading out, notebook and camera in hand. Don’t know where I’m going. Don’t know why I’m going except I have the urge and the wind is blowing and I have to pick up my kids at their dad’s this evening any way. Maybe the pen will touch the paper. Maybe the shutter will fire. Maybe I’ll just go and be in the moment and just be. But then again, maybe……….
