Mr. Modern, Fern Shaffer, and Ted Stanuga
After chaining felled logs all day, I took the train to my residence.
Figures and colors emerge, first Robert then Jasper.
I forgot my cigarettes and toolbox.
Donna enjoys reading at the studio.
George and I have an appointment on the rooftop with a water tower.
Lake is windy today.
Trina is organizing something again.
The ice cream trucks and sirens dance all night.
Most of the cars leave the lot by 4.
Left between the church pews.
Upon arriving, I try to commit what I see on my commute to a painting.
Old furniture coming up the freight, to be made shiny again.
They are preparing for a fashion show.
It is bright today.
Standing smoking out the window, I can hear the train.
The plants have been re-configured into a new island.