The journey continued today, and it was so fine. The American landscape rolled along all sides of me, and I looked and felt. My father was born in Pennsylvania, but he didn’t live there long. I’ll be spending a day at Jim’s, making spaghetti, and discussing the fabrication of a new stand for the mixer. The museum experience lingered today while driving, and I am curious how it feeds into the upcoming studio work. I think I needed that intimate interaction with masterworks. Anyways, there are just over three weeks left of this blog streak, and then I will certainly lay off it a bit. I hope to return here, but with a different dynamic, to keep unfolding pieces of story. Good night.