Eighty-fifth connection: superpower of invisibility

This morning the first snow of the season fell delicately on the overgrown taxus branches outside my kitchen window. As the temperatures rose slightly it turned to rain. On this grey morning, close to the year’s end, I share with you this detail from my artists' book Rain Comes in July, ©1999, that imagines rain as a visitor with super powers of invisibility and being in more than one place at a time.