gramn

another day gone by.
i paid more attention to the trees and things by the side of the road today.
the light green buds and leaves are starting to become visible.
we go on drives sometimes.
i guess that's something i remember about spring.

i was reading about rothko. he also committed suicide, apparently.
it seems like artists and writers often do, i wonder why. (david foster wallace comes to mind. also, i read, the poetry editor for the new yorker committed suicide some time not long ago. some things i noticed recently.)
there was a poster and frame store in town that closed a few years ago. i got my miro poster board prints from there.
they used to have rothko prints in their window sometimes.

so, i guess that's all for now.