fresh snow drops
in the shade of the old pine tree—
it must be spring
My eyes lit up at the sight of snowdrops in bloom. I bent down low to the ground to take a picture.
1969. a story
sunshine and shadows
near and far, high and low
alone together
They say every picture tells a story. I can’t help but wonder what’s the story here. Did he just happen to sit down in the chair across the table from her? Were they strangers? Or were they a couple sitting together, traveling in two different worlds?
1968. at peace
laying my head down
closing my eyes. . .
at peace
Here’s a drawing from a while ago of Mikey and Willey sleeping on the sofa. Mikey is up there on cushions on the left, and on the right are Willey’s hind quarters and striped tail.
“The more cats you have, the longer you’ll live. If you have a hundred cats, you’ll live ten times longer than if you have ten. Someday this will be discovered and people will have a thousand cats and live forever.” Charles Bukowski
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