it is the end of a day and the beginning of another, that magical hour. not tired enough to sleep but not wanting to play. are you a child of the night? prowling while others sleep? i come alive when the night is black and the moon is full

mid life living

late at night when all is quiet and you are all alone you wonder what others are doing how they spend their late nights most normal people are in bed sleeping readying their bodies for the next day but there are those of us who enjoy the night the solitude you begin to think in terms of darkness there is a life exciting vigorating you step outside and listen to the night sounds the traffic not so far away the sounds of sirens in the distance owls hooting to warn of the hunt bats darting among the insects flying low beneath the street light an occasional passerby you see the neighbor coming home from a late night binge laughing giggeling you are tired but know that sleep evades you so you sit and you comtemplate the universe

it's sunday and what a lazy day weather is chilly but nice for march feel like creating something so spend the afternoon making jewlerey family is quiet and not doing much threading beads puts your mind in a zone and you forget any thing that may be bothering you it's like a form of meditation picking and choosing colors you know what works and start over with what doesn't

it's evening here and all is quiet work is done and time for rest the wind is blowing will it rain? no work tomarrow maybe just play or create, the cranes are back and time to get out the camera