Another early morning. Yesterday, the whole cemetery was covered in thick fog. No fog this morning, but a kind of haze. I can hear the cooper's hawk screaming. I was sad that they recently cut down the huge oak that the hawks have been nesting in for the past couple years, but like so many of those big, old trees, it was nearly dead. 

I'm bummed to find out that my tattoo artist is leaving town. (By town, I guess I mean the town three hours away that I keep having to drive to for work on my sleeve.) I always knew this was a likelihood; she's too talented and frankly, too young to stay in one place for long. I'm glad that I kept at it, insisted on staying in her books even when the money was tight, and got my sleeve to a good "stopping point" for now. I still wanted to add my second moth, but I can't imagine someone other than her doing it. Maybe someday. She was such a good artist and person to work with; I think it's really soured me on other experiences. At least I have a pretty much complete color sleeve of her stuff. 

It also means the money I'd had in my head as next-year tattoo work is freed up. Between the cost of the work itself and needing to drive and stay in a popular area, that's not an insubstantial amount. I feel a lot better about taking an extra trip or something.