February 13, 2022 More of the story… The Story continues on the story page (I really need to work on… Read more The Absence of Noise.
December 31, 2021. I just needed to create, here, in this space, one more time in 2021. Thank you. And… Read more 2021. Goodbye, Year.
My twelve year old soul, delighted in the thought of an evenings swim, pizza and snowstorms.. My fifty-five year old shoulders still ached six days later. I had forgotten the sensations of swimming…
I was so wrong. I regret my lack of understanding and effort in beginning on the ‘open roads’. They were my roads. And yes, others were on the same road. They too began where I began, travelling, lookinf for their one road. All of our roads began as one.
I am sure the two have collided along the way…the imagery and colors, an artist’s orgasm of black and red.