If I stop posting due to mortification I may end up giving up the blog forever, which I can’t really do because I’ve committed myself to Sundays with Clyfford Still. If I quit now Clyff’s genius may go unrecognized and that would be even more mortifying.
But my writing wheels are still jammed up with humiliation and distress, so I have little text to entertain you with. Instead, here’s something pretty and not embarrassing at all to look at: a tree from a graveyard in Krsko, which I passed yesterday.
Trees in graveyard
Exiled Stardust 