Now that the shadows of twilight are stealing into the corners of my room, I'll open the covers of my favorites books, then if i sit very still and watch through the wea-ing magic of my ciggerette smoke, I may see these well-loved charactors stepping quietly forth from the thumbed pages, Huck Finn, or Saomel, Galahad, Eve and her Adam, and Moby Dick. One by one they whisper their curious stories stories until I turn on the lights of evening, the arch enemy of dreams. But if I listen I can hear the rustle of their garments, the echoes of their laughter and the faint murmur of their voices in and by the shelves. (http://www.palmsartgallery.com/don_blanding)