black-capped chickadee

I spent the weekend with Marya Ursin, Dan Potter and all the folks from the Mystic, CT area and beyond who gather at the Dragon's Egg. There the snow is gone, the ground is all shades of brown and the birds are out singing in abundance. I got a long-sidetracked episode of the White Witch up and running for the Egg's yearly late-winter/early-spring extravaganza "What Tweaks Your Dreams" at the Hygienic Gallery in New London. All the performers took over different gallery spaces, and the audience was led through by a bunny with an egg-alarm: Alice in Wonderland-style. It was a great show, on a beautiful Sunday in spring, sunlight pouring through the gallery windows. I was amazed to find Bank Street, New London, always right there down the hill from where I went to college, to be a very hip and happening spot - most likely in large part because of the activity of the Hygienic, originally a group of New London artists who commandeered an abandoned building for yearly art exhibits. Art is like nitrogen in the soil: feeds and promotes growth. Here a bramble vine and I catch first morning sunlight pouring over the horizon.