I slip over the black in expert-tied boots chasing Daddy's red shirt into the darkness and see a whole new world.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Little bird- day 3
I didnt take any pictures today but I can report that he was showing his place off to a prospective. I don't know if she liked it or not but he is bringing in smaller pieces and grass now which is probly the equivalent of plasterboard or wallpaper.
I write. I study. I read. I can. I plant. I grow. I hunt. I create. I change. I map. I travel. I persist.
I treasure snapshots of existence like the scent of bruised tomato plants in high summer heat, the trill of toads accented by peepers, the rhythm of rain on bare arms, and the sight of clouds being born of a mountain stream.