Today is Beautiful.

I am in Bay View, working on my first paid print order. I am working in a big, beautiful, empty house, with time to kill as the emulsion sets.

I walked through the neighborhood to get a cup of coffee, and it was sunny and warm, and the leaves were turning gold and falling slowly to the ground.

I was served coffee by a boy wearing thick-framed glasses and a vest, listening to Beirut, and he smiled at the ink smeared on my face, and I didn't feel like an old tired momma.


I have too much homework and too little money, I have no certainty about anything and several ongoing crises (my own and those of the people around me), and I can't do anything about anything, except to just deal with these things.

I have coffee, and sunshine, and ink, and that's enough for today.