Slide guitar.

What an excellent sound.

It's beyond refreshing to find people here in Minneapolis who love such things, and games, and 4 Square. Why didn't I follow up, seek out game nights? I think the weather had things to do with it.

It must've been the endish of May, meeting these folks, and Griffin was sick, had been sick. 

It was such a breath of fresh air to sit around and listen to good music of just the kind I like being played by excellent folks right here in MN.

I had a feeling it was here. I just hadn't found it yet.

I've been neglecting music terribly. It's fallen from my priorities, and there it stays. Partly because the less you play the worse you get, believe it or not, and doing something well makes it oh so much more fun. 

Boo urns.

It's not too late.

It's not too late!!

So quick to give up.

The task of writing about a photograph, especially one from a specific and different time can be challenging when there are present things far more closely on your mind.

How to bridge the two?

Again, I think the thing to do is be writing anyhow, but the clouds of current emotions are hanging around like bees!

Sweat bees, not the lovely kind that I don't want to disappear from the earth.

Wouldn't that be a terrible thing? No more bees or butterflies?

Sweet Lynn. Bless her passionate heart.