#039 - Moose Are Not Horses

Some Haiku's and some musings on Big Horn Sheep

Dearest readers,

I type this while on the train home from Beacon, New York. We hiked from Cold Spring to Beacon and are now heading back to Brooklyn. Michael has fallen asleep but Dante, my friend and sometimes editor, remains energetic. He thinks I should write Sunday Dinner about the new animals I have been painting.

Steven, my other friend and hiking c…