For Earth Day. It fills you with the soft essence of vanished flowers, it becomes a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow from the honey pot over the table and out the door and over the ground, and…
For Earth Day. It fills you with the soft essence of vanished flowers, it becomes a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow from the honey pot over the table and out the door and over the ground, and…
“What we can know with any confidence derives from the experience of the senses.” – John Locke (1632-1704) from “An Essay Concerning Human Understanding” I am an artist, not a formal historian, philosopher, or genealogist. My take on the world…
“The song and the land are one.” – Bruce Chatwin Frank Gadsden died this winter. The full mattress and box springs, the swinging hammock, the one that hung from the limbs of a grand live oak tree on the side…
You say I am repeating Something I have said before. I shall say it again. Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there, To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go…