God Bless the Sinner Man

“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.”

― John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley: In Search of America

Cheers to the sinner men, 

MK

Cocktails, oxfords, and chicken gizzards

2013 

Cocktails in NYC. 

Crabs in Baltimore. 

Kayaking in Michigan. 

Line dancing in Nashville.

Black iron coffee in Pittsburgh. 

Cactus wrangling in Arizona.

Cheese curds in Wisconsin.

Blues music in Indianapolis.

Horse back riding in Kentucky.

Mountain climbing in Colorado. 

Wind fighting in Chicago. 

Now for some 2014 dreams in the UK.

Landing 3 weeks from Friday! 

Beers, bands and boys in London.

Hiking in Scotland. 

Roaming in Ireland. 

Chocolat in Paris. 

Hugs in Vienna. 

New Years dreaming.

Ramblings of an insomniac, 

MK

She had never minded being alone

Truman Capote

"He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone, she'd liked to much to be alone."

― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

He'ART

© 2013 MK

I He'ART!

Bazinga, 

MK

Darksome Nest

© 2013, sketch #3, MK

O what a warm and darksome nest 
Where the wildest things are hidden to rest! 
It's there that I'd love to lie and sleep, 
Soft, soft, soft, and deep, deep, deep!

—Elinor Wylie

My body aches from climbing up and down snow covered hills, the chill hasn't yet left and my soul is weighted with a heavy fatigue... it's the kind of fatigue that comes with a satisfying few days of manual labor. Unintentional though it was, the holiday from hell, which peaked with the complete loss of water Saturday, was more satisfying than a thousand days behind a computer screen. From making many a trip for snow to melt over the fire, to freezing fingers off getting studded chains onto tires, to sharing your hearth with forest mice, to late night conversations in belly-up snow-stuck cars in the middle of a deserted white wood... it was a cold weekend that warmed my heart. I don't think there's anything more beautiful than tracing the veins of marshmallow covered trees across the dark lavender skies. 

Hoping y'all had a lovely, sleepy Thanksgiving, 

MK