Not at my desk…

June 1, 2008 § 1 Comment

 

Sometimes, you have to walk away from your desk. The manuscript, the words, just won’t move. Your fingers freeze up, poised over the keyboard. Tunnel-vision sets in; you lose your perspective. But there is a world out there, and right now, it’s a summer world (finally).

Such was this Sunday morning. Grabbing a camera, I headed to Longacre Farm. 

The work will wait. You know that it will.

 

 

 

 

 

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§ One Response to Not at my desk…

  • laylou says:

    i wonder who brushes and cuts their hair so neatly. i think the horse may have better hair than some humans. i like the last picture… it’s kind of like a james dean horse, hair over the eyes and etc.

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