Easter Monday - Tuesday Edition

While leaving the Netherlands I crossed the path of a golden egg sunning itself. It appears that the technical difficulties I have shooting with this phone are going to force me to deal with issues of light exclusively.

I was in a right pissy mood when I saw my patron saint at practice. Too bad really, as he was happy to see me. It would have been nice to hear about the wildly successful painting weekend and catch up before he's off to Argentina. Thing is, the Krommerijn is the closest I have to home here both geographically and emotionally. Coming back to London always makes me cry.

Worse still, is his light is so bright these days. The service he's doing really becomes him. And yes, it's taken me these long months to realize how jealous I am that he and CL can shine doing those things. I thought those things would make me whole, but what makes me shine is something totally different and unexpected. And the light I'm scared of in him is the same one that's coming through me. He didn't want to mention that he could see it. He new it would frighten me.

20 years ago - the trip to Argentina was definitely worth it.