Looking back at the progression of making DRY MOON I remember the slow burn of writing and rewriting.  I remember the dogged production over 3 years.  I remember the slog through the logging and assembling.  And the cutting, more cutting.  And now we sit as if unmoving...but inside is the trajectory of movement, the tiny forward motion of kinetic energy which passes for hope to completion.  Music to my ears, and finishing in my heart.  Await.

Just made it out before the sea swallowed us!  Summer is here and we still have hope...tho what was planned for Spring did not come about, we still have hope.  After the summer is secured, we can go back to Dry Moon to see what we can do.  Meanwhile, enjoy the sun sand and sea.

spring already?

Baby looks happy doesn't she...not for long!
Social services is here to take her away...
it happens everyday.