Thanking the old trees,
remembering the maples of my childhood.
I’ve been sugaring at the old hilltown farmhouse of a friend. Long quiet days of tending fires, hauling sap, filtering and bottling syrup. Alternating with days catching up with the busyness of life. The last few posts are out of order, but dated correctly.
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