Summertime Blues

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Don’t you believe it!

It is summer in the Superstitions. Temperatures have been hovering around 110° F. Monsoon is here, driving up the humidity which is a rare thing in the desert.

The studio is close to unbearable except for late at night when I have begun the process of embalming myself with alcohol. Continue reading “Summertime Blues”