Step in time.

This is the scope of my artwork these days. Horses on sticks.

I need to get out more.

Last night, bored as hell/ antsy and frustrated, Jess and I went riding. My white pony and I. We went to a show late at night on a whim, the streets were empty and it was exciting to ride around. The show was not worth the admission, but the bike ride was. There are few better things than bombing down underpasses in the dead of night. It is wonderful riding weather here, dry dry dry pavement, warm winds, bare hands.

I am going to have to cycle like hell to keep up with the boys (what boys?) on their geared bikes this summer. Training time for this old horse. 

The future is now.