Fog over the ridge
Left the trailhead before sunrise. The valley was a sea of cloud until eight — by the time it burned off we were already at the saddle.
Six new notes from your circle
Fog over the ridge
Left the trailhead before sunrise. The valley was a sea of cloud until eight — by the time it burned off we were already at the saddle.
Sourdough, attempt nine
Longer cold proof, hotter oven, and finally an ear worth photographing. Crumb still a little tight near the base.
Reading notes — The Peregrine
Baker watched one stretch of Essex coastline for ten winters and made it feel like the edge of the known world.
Field sketching
Thirty-second gesture sketches of gulls. The first twenty are terrible and that is exactly the exercise.
Darkroom day
Printed the harbor series at grade 3. The fog negatives needed a full stop more than expected.
Evening list
Repot the fig. Fix the squeaky pedal. Answer Maren's letter properly, on paper, with the good pen.
End of today’s notes