A darker day. A friend of mine is dealing with mortality and he is not winning. A hard bitten salt of the earth Nova Scotian not past fifty and time is not being kind. Or fair. But nothing left to do. No deals with the devil left to make so tonight I feel slightly haunted.Life is evocative. So I pose a question. Does art heal? Does music soothe the savage breast? Tonight I leave the questions to you to answer. The images below speak to me tonight. I have nothing left to say.