Beauty and Mystery

A forest of Dancing Anita Maples (see previous week) is taking shape nicely, or at least the finest grove you saw. (Which is easy as I work with such good raw materials; her inner and outer beauty. It is somehow satisfying to use Photoshop, normally used in the service of distorting natural beauty, to re-create real, albeit surreal beauty from scratch.)

And this is a little detail that only I and a Certain Other might decipher. But as a gentle hint you may note that this sad dinghy (with a heart well pierced) has but one oar. I think that we would row all the happier if there were two -- preferably two matching ones, preferably of the same length and kind. Otherwise we'll merely row 'round and 'round and never really get anywhere.