Without great solitude no serious work is possible.~Pablo Picasso
Solitude.
I seem to find it in odd places.
In repetition, shape, and color.In collections of mindless things.
In jam packed, overflowing shelves of thrift stores.
In knitting...
and knitting with sets of needles that have passed though some strangers fingers into mine.
What did they make?Whos lives did they touch?
In the isles of the library and shelves of used book stores.
Where used nature guides are filled with old notes.
In cold snow covered walks and skiing.
Looking for bits of nature to haul in the housefrom under the snow.
Watching the light change.
Solitude.
Where do you find it?~