My thoughts have been on so many things these last weeks, getting ready for my show, big gallery auction, Easter coming up, etc., etc., I was having trouble thinking of what I wanted to write about, then I thought about what keeps floating to my mind. In the midst of everything, there was a loss. A man I had known since 1985, infamous in his nature, and an icon in our small community up the hill. Sitting here, thinking of how to describe him, words fail me, and that is likely for the best, but I will say it was one of the most entertaining, services I have ever attended, and that was so him, and so how he affected people. The picture above is from his yard, I took it a couple of years ago, and it is one of many pieces of "yard art" that came about in his 35 year tenure at that house. He was sometimes a benevolent friend, and sometimes he could rub you raw, rubbing you the wrong way, but I had no problem crying a river when I heard he was gone, and he will be missed. I just wanted to say my own kind of farewell. Santa Claus has left the building, and the gate will be kept closed. Goodbye Mason.