April 28, 2012
November 02, 2011
Winter is in the Wings
I can feel it in my bones...
November 01, 2011
November Second
November Second
Needles so deep,
I can’t hear my own steps,
only rain that filters through cypress,
the morning sounds of sea-bound birds.
Even the dog is oddly quiet, sensitive
to the change in me and our daily routine.
At the turning,
I am at ease in this place
where there’s no need for gloves and rake—
no frantic effort to remove the silence
that softens the ache of a solo journey,
yet another season passing.
September 06, 2011
September 03, 2011
August 17, 2011
August 16, 2011
Rust Never Sleeps
I love rust, nature's art...and it's a good thing I do where I live. This a photo of my charcoal fire starter.
August 13, 2011
July 15, 2011
Playing with Scraps
A clay mask that didn't quite work, the aging window of an old Airstream Trailer (several times painted and left in the ivy), pieces of stuff saved for one reason or another. : )
