A month that seems like a year.

Photo copyright Aji, 2026; all rights reserved.

Beautiful otherworldly clouds this morning. Of course, the trickster winds returned later in the day.

And it has been a day. Last marker for the month: She-Wolf, who we had to help begin her journey to another plane on this morning eight years ago, after developing interstitial cancer of the bladder, an aggressive, fast-moving form. She got four more months than they told us she would, and when the inevitable happened on the night of the 26th, we had Ted out the following morning to help her. And we still miss her every day; of all our dogs, she was probably the one that was love in its purest form.

And one more reason why I hate April; it's four of these markers in one month. 

A month that seems like a year.

Also today, doctor's appointments for both of us, and new meds: one for him, to see if it helps with pain management for his knees; a new med for me plus an increase in my regular pain med to see if it helps me with pain management for everything.

Because everything hurts like hell, all the time. Lots of cash out as a result, and there will be more when we pick up the scrips. And no sales.

Meanwhile, all the work still has to get done: the housework, the paperwork, the sales work, everything. And the one thing that came out of the tax nonsense is that I was not losing my mind; last year, we made barely more than 50% of the previous year's sales, which tells you how bad Trump is for business [and for everything else except inflicting harm]. The problem is that everything still has to get paid, and we paid in cash, in full, and now we've got recover a lot of that if we're going to make it through the year. And we've got to maintain it, because we've also got big costs [the side exterior door, for one; the flue cleanings for another; and a set of tires for the truck for a third] immediately ahead. But I have got to get us caught up on this awful year in terms of sales. To that end, links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here [and to whomever sent a bunch of items off it that have arrived recently, THANK YOU; there were no purchaser inserts with the items, zip, zero, nada];
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

And we do still need to make those regular weekly sales, so please share all of the links. We really do need to get this year onto a better footing than the last two, and so far, it's been pretty grim.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2026; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.    

Monday Photo Meditation: An Earth Born of the Thaw

Photo copyright Wings, 2026; all rights reserved.

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's a Monday Photo Meditation for a day that began shrouded in clouds and fog, then subject to the cold trickster winds of spring. It's an image that dates back some nineteen years, showing what our world should look now as an earth born of the thaw.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Inquiries via the site's Contact form. It's the end of April, taxes paid in cash and in full last week, and now we need to get caught up, in part by making up some of that huge expense. That begins with a minimum of one sale a week, without fail.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2026; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.        

Squalls.

Photo copyright Aji, 2026; all rights reserved.

Weird weather. Lots of squalls, a dusting of snow on the peaks that's mostly aleady gone, a few scattered drops down here.

And vicious winds.

Also, more nonsense from the group, or probably more accurately, from someone banned from it for engaging in bad behavior, and I've had to spend way too much time on other people's bullshit lately.

Meanwhile, all the work still has to get done: the housework, the paperwork, the sales work, everything. And the one thing that came out of the tax nonsense is that I was not losing my mind; last year, we made barely more than 50% of the previous year's sales, which tells you how bad Trump is for business [and for everything else except inflicting harm]. The problem is that everything still has to get paid, and we paid in cash, in full, and now we've got recover a lot of that if we're going to make it through the year. And we've got to maintain it, because we've also got big costs [the side exterior door, for one; the flue cleanings for another; and a set of tires for the truck for a third] immediately ahead. But I have got to get us caught up on this awful year in terms of sales. To that end, links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here [and to whomever sent a bunch of items off it that have arrived recently, THANK YOU; there were no purchaser inserts with the items, zip, zero, nada];
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

And we do still need to make those regular weekly sales, so please share all of the links. We really do need to get this year onto a better footing than the last two, and so far, it's been pretty grim.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2026; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.    

The Subtle Earthy Hues of Spring

Photo copyright Aji, 2026; all rights reserved.

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog it's a work  in the colors of coral and moss to match the soft shades of this incongruously ferocious day. It's a pair of earrings from one of Wings's signatures series of gemstone-bead works, this one strung with powerful ancient materials in the subtle earthy hues of spring.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Inquiries via the site's Contact form. April is nearly done; having sent payment in cash, in full, to the IRS, we are virtually tapped out, and now we badly need to get caught up and recover some of that ground. That begins with a minimum of one sale a week, without fail.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2026; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.   

Nothing left.

Photo copyright Aji, 2026; all rights reserved.

Look at that. It's still April, and there's nothing left. That doesn't even begin to count as "snow."

Except now, the jackasses who've helped destroy it [including that billionaire asshole who now owns the Ski Valley] brag about six fucking inches of snow on the summit in the middle of winter, as though that's not reason for funereal mourning.

It's pathetic. It's also killing everything.

I'm tired. I'm sad. I'm fed up. I'm grief-stricken. And I am in so much pain right now that I can't see straight, and I have absolutely no patience for anyone's bullshit.

And this week? Has been overflowing with bullshit, on every single front.

People gonna learn. You jerk me around, you don't get a chance to repeat it. I clean house with a quickness. [Yeah, if you're stupid enough to try stalking me on social media?  Y'all are exactly who I'm referring to. You're not coming back. Period. NONE of you.] Yeah, nothing left of my patience, either.  I am sick unto death of people with no morals, no ethics, no consciences, and no basic decency.

But having to put out all these stupidly unnecessary fires just takes away from the very small amount of time I already have in which to get everything done, and all that does is piss me off more. Meanwhile, all the work still has to get done: the housework, the paperwork, the sales work, everything. And the one thing that came out of the tax nonsense is that I was not losing my mind; last year, we made barely more than 50% of the previous year's sales, which tells you how bad Trump is for business [and for everything else except inflicting harm]. The problem is that everything still has to get paid, and we paid in cash, in full, and now we've got recover a lot of that if we're going to make it through the year. And we've got to maintain it, because we've also got big costs [the side exterior door, for one; the flue cleanings for another; and a set of tires for the truck for a third] immediately ahead. But I have got to get us caught up on this awful year in terms of sales. To that end, links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here [and to whomever sent a bunch of items off it that have arrived recently, THANK YOU; there were no purchaser inserts with the items, zip, zero, nada];
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

And we do still need to make those regular weekly sales, so please share all of the links. We really do need to get this year onto a better footing than the last two, and so far, it's been pretty grim.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2026; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.    

The Light That Dances Like Flames

Photo copyright Aji, 2026; all rights reserved.

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's a masterwork for a season of sundancing, not the ceremonial practice but the literal step and turn of our nearest star. It's one of Wings's newer pairs of earrings, a traditional and complex design featuring five cabochons and ten individually overlaid sunbursts per drop, all of them manifest as the light that dances like flames.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Inquiries via the site's Contact form. It's already the second half of April, we bit the bullet and mailed the check in full to the IRS last Wednesday, and now we badly need to get caught up and recover some of that ground. That begins with a minimum of one sale a week, without fail.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2026; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.   

Nothing except more wind.

Photo copyright Aji, 2026; all rights reserved.

Lots of wind this afternoon; beautiful evening clouds that brought nothing except more wind.

My bones hurt.

In theory, we're supposed to get rain on Sunday, but unfortunately, we're also supposed to get even more wind, so I'm not sure how much that helps.

Once again, no chance to work on any kind of normal schedule, so here we are, everything late again. Meanwhile, all the work still has to get done: the housework, the paperwork, the sales work, everything. And the one thing that came out of the tax nonsense is that I was not losing my mind; last year, we made barely more than 50% of the previous year's sales, which tells you how bad Trump is for business [and for everything else except inflicting harm]. The problem is that everything still has to get paid, and we paid in cash, in full, and now we've got recover a lot of that if we're going to make it through the year. And we've got to maintain it, because we've also got big costs [the side exterior door, for one; the flue cleanings for another; and a set of tires for the truck for a third] immediately ahead. Those three new cuffs are up; in the next couple of days, I'll have his new bolo posted, and a couple of new pairs of earrings, too. But I have got to get us caught up on this awful year in terms of sales. To that end, links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here [and to whomever sent a bunch of items off it that have arrived recently, THANK YOU; there were no purchaser inserts with the items, zip, zero, nada];
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

And we do still need to make those regular weekly sales, so please share all of the links. We really do need to get this year onto a better footing than the last two, and so far, it's been pretty grim.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2026; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.