Wolf of Winter at the Door
A sign of a shift in the promise of six months of wood stove tending: I used to look forward to it. Now, not so much. But, with the exception of a few freakish warm spells like the January thaw, I’ll be writing of a morning with the swoosh and crackle and tick and flicker of this beast eating its breakfast.
Today and tomorrow, I’m following through on a niggling recurrent promise to myself to do more with visual art: I’m taking Ron Campbell’s pen and ink drawing class.
If you’re from Floyd or pay attention when you visit here, you’ve seen Ron’s work at Bell Gallery, the Country Store, Jacksonville Center and the Floyd Artists’ Association studio in the Station.
This image of our barn is a draft of the original. We have a Ron-framed reproduction over the piano, and for some reason I don’t remember, it made its way onto a T-shirt, that is, of course, one of my favorites.
I’m also joining the Fitness Center today, even though, with the exception of flexibility, cardiovascular endurance and core/extremity strength, I’m in good physical shape.
So shoo, wolf. Git away from my door. I’m still in the fight, and some fine day, might even write.