Spring song, equinox moon.
Juniper dancing with trees
Crayon, birch bark.
Thinking about all the souls suddenly taken by the tsunami
settling into the sugar bush
This morning I had the thought that maybe music is the only thing that really matters
Pencil, crayon, Prismacolor art stick
Cairns for the cracked and broken places of the restless earth.
Pen & ink, crayon.
In the harbor there was a whirlpool
Crayon, color pencil, rubber stamp
I want grass stains on my feet
Entryways into other places
Color pencils and Prismacolor art sticks