Saturday, October 25, 2014

Fragments




An early morning rise on a late October Saturday. A profound quiet as the world rests and the crickets sing.  Pages turned in a sketchbook reveal fragments of the month.  I hear the sound of more coming towards me. 

Sunday, September 21, 2014

A Moment in Time

A passage of time, a sweet few moments of golden hour light filtered through the sun shades. Then 3;59 AM awake with the fear that it will all be gone.  And it is as time moves on.