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, October 5, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
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.