December 7, 2008

A time for Lines

I looked out one morning and saw a line of frost along the top of the fence. All the riotous colors of fall are disappearing and leaving, at least in my part of the world, lines and forms exposed.

Then the next morning I awoke to snow. All was quiet,white Rocky Mountain snow, the city was muffled and silent. I made a white, Potato soup, inspired by "La Tartine Gourmand3", at

Now all the lines and structure of the city and land are exposed. Its time to bring out the pen and draw what has been exposed

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