“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
― Norman Maclean
It is approaching bedtime for me and I just finished uploading all ten images that I will enter into the 2017 Lake Superior Magazine Photo contest. Took a bit of time, both to pick out my choices from my portfolio, in addition to filling out the form for each submission and emailing each separately, per the instructions. All are entered in the Artsy/Altered Division...Winners are published in the February/March Issue.
No work for me tomorrow-instead of seeing patients all day, I will be the patient. Time for my quarterly oncology appts. at Marshfield Clinic. Labs, CT scan of the chest with contrast, and lastly with Dr. Yasar, my oncologist whom I like very much. She is as thorough and caring as any of the docs I saw at Mayo Clinic.