On Friday the 13th, my sister and I were driving in heavy rain along the 417. We just wanted to get home and be safe. As we’ve seen, some places are not safe. When we found out what had happened in Paris, we were stunned.
This morning, it’s cold and clear. I hear the sound of crows dimly through window glass. Soon we’ll be entering the festive season in various cultures. And while I’m not religious in any formal sense, the face of this choir boy speaks of the innocence of so many in our troubled world.
This is a small woodcut I made years ago. The woodcut is about 4″ x 5″. I was learning how to make prints in the traditional Japanese manner, using a different block for each colour.
through new jars
of wild grape jelly