Life has been complicated this spring, and now it is raining, raining, raining.  I don’t even know how many inches have fallen in the last 7 days — and many many trees have fallen too.  The National Guard have been here and sandbagged along the river.  The river is now an ocean surrounding our beautiful buildings in many places, but it has not (yet) seeped in.  It breeds a sort of malaise.

My dear friend Sandra Brownlee just told me about this painting — in reference to my own work? — and I can’t resist posting it.  By the artist John William Waterhouse,  it is titled “I am half-sick of shadows, said the Lady of Shalott”, and her posture at her loom says it all.

“I Am Half-Sick of Shadows, Said the Lady of Shallot”