I've spent the past week or so nestled at the end of my cousin's long and wooded driveway on Maine's secluded Georgetown Island. Where befitting of life on a secluded island, I've done little more than relax by the water, hang with some quality folks, savor the home cooking, play my horn, and yes, all while not blogging. It's like that sometimes.
Speaking of the horn, here's something new I recorded the other day:
I think I'm going to start doing these much more regularly. It's great practice, and should help to fill the voids when words are in short supply around here.