1851. tracks

tracks in the snow

plodding and skating along

who goes there?

 

Wandering, wondering. Two distinctly different patterns of footsteps, one in the snow, one on the snow, weighty and feathery, sinking and sliding. Side-by-side who were they? Crow 🐦‍⬛ or rabbit🐇 or squirrel 🐿️ or raccoon🦝 or deer🦌 or fox🦊. Did they travel together? Early or late in the day?  Where are they now? Did they survive the freezing cold?  I hope so.❤️

1850. everything’s gonna be all right

taking my seat

i looked up to see the king

and i smiled

 

Yesterday in the loo at The Mill, sitting down, i looked up and right there just above my knees, front and center, 24” x 30” — Bob Marley, the King of Reggae. His image took me back to reggae rhythms and messages of peace, love, and justice. I could almost hear him singing, “yeah, everything‘s gonna be all right!”  ✌🏻 ❤️ 🙏🏻 

1849. life goes on

faded flowers

casting fresh shadows

on snow

 

Last summer‘s blossoms blooming all over again on the snow.  Every ending brings some new beginning. Life goes on. . .and on.