Industrial Arts

I woke this morning to the rain falling outside my window. another storm front has moved into the Wasatch and the Salt Lake Valley. Disappointed it isn’t snow but it is supposed to turn tonight and then proceed to dump on us for the next three days. For a boy raised in the middle of the Sonoran Desert it is a great treat. Regardless of what the locals say I do not think I will ever tire of this beauty…

I have spent the days past reading other people’s work for a change. It was a refreshing thing to get out of my cave and see the world through the voice of another. Sometimes a little push is all it takes to inspire me… to set me back on my path…

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