The walk to the mailbox has become the days large adventure. My world has become very small. This is the journey to and home from the mailbox. Elbow and I visited the mother spider , you can see her nest in the mail box
The walk to the mailbox has become the days large adventure. My world has become very small. This is the journey to and home from the mailbox. Elbow and I visited the mother spider , you can see her nest in the mail box
When Spring arrives, my thoughts turn more and more to the colors outside, rather than the deep memory colors from midwinter. The sun, the spring
Light. I have been doing a lot of thinking about light and darkness, contemplation, placements, and the moon, particularly in the closing of this balsamic