I lost track of time since the last post about the studio. Sometimes it’s hard to keep track here, it’s more about nature’s timing: the lengthening of the days, the turning of the seasons. The new growth of spring turning into the full bloom of summer. The studio has been finished more than half a year now, but I’m still moving books and other things in. I like it fairly minimal, with only my favorite books and other items on the shelves, but more about that in the next post. In the meantime, it’s a wonderful place to write, to witness the cycles of the forest, and to watch the passing of time — while losing track of it.
Seasons of the shed.