Bin a' Boxes on a box a' bins

Try saying that out-loud and not sounding like a Soul Coughing song.

I went to a wedding in New York. It made me cry. Here's some nervous before-the-ceremony action:



After that I spent some time in Cape Cod at the Truro Art Center. I was usually out by noon so I got to hike a mile and a half across the dunes. Dune miles are not like walking on the carpet. They will hurt you. After a couple minutes you dip and rise through indentical hills of sand. I'm sure if you charted it out spacially, it would be much the same path as the flow of waves. At some point in being lulled by your surroundings you top a hill and see the ocean about a hundred yards away. It's the closest I will ever come to walking to the end of the world.

I made some cool art at the center, I painted a platter for their raffle.



Skinny dipping in the dead of night after making way through forest trials by cellphone light I did this wood engraving.
It's actual size:



Shakey morning coffee hands make for good squiggily water lines.

Got a House on Friday.

Three shots from outside the front doors:







And the bookshelves we put up that Melissa made, in a step-by-step sorta way:











And in Action:



And did I mention about my fingers . . . and how strong they are?



That also happens to be the surest way for a young man to hail a ride from a semi on the American Highway System.