Mary McCloskey

Portrait of afternoon light

Sometimes, the gods hand you a gift

I found this photo leaning on a bridge overlooking a small creek where the ice and snow were breaking up. All I had to do was look down. I'm posting this on an afternoon when I spent a lot of time just making an encaustic mess. But I read something this morning: "Begin," it admonished."It's okay. Just begin." So I did. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.

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