It was good while it lasted.

Like all positive things in life, the only thing to say will be "It was good while it lasted." The bed was good. The easel is good. And I feel good building things, even if they don't last.

It's easy to tell when you having finished building a bed or an easel. And it's pretty easy to tell when you've outgrown such things and need to move on, even if there's a part of you that hates to admit it. Still, at the end of the day, you can say, "It was good while it lasted."

In many ways, Mark Making has been about building. However, unlike physical objects that show signs of wear and use -- and thus, allow one to more easily judge when to move on -- deciding when to end such a project is not nearly so easy. In all seriousness, it could go on for the rest of my life. But should it?

Unfortunately, no. Simply, I am moving on with my life, which will have other forms of mark making, but not in the form of this blog. While we most often think of moving from Point A to Point B involving a purging of physical belongings, it is often the intangible things that are the hardest to let go, the most difficult to say, "It was good while it lasted." After all, they are the easiest to bring along. But that doesn't mean you should.

No matter how long you've been reading Mark Making -- or for that matter, regardless what you think of it -- thank you. I wrote in my first entry, "I decided to venture into blogging as another means of sharing." By virtue of reading, you helped to make the project worthwhile. And in case there are things may want to return to, whether that be my writing, links on the right, etc., the site will remain accessible, at least for a little while.

Enough. Good night, you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.