Ridge Pike at Bells Mill Road. The thing that really caught my attention at first was their floppy bedroom slippers. You can’t see them in this picture. Sitting in my car waiting for the red light to turn, I was late in grabbing my camera.
Here and there, near and far, heaven and earth. My body made of earth and water, air, space, my own thoughts, my own fingerprints. It’s interesting, my mind drifting like clouds, the tree and I made of the same kind of stuff.
I found a new trail. It ran alongside the dried out creek behind the two little league baseball fields. I was curious. Then off in the distance appeared a deer, ambling slowly, crossing over the trail here and there to feed, and heading in my direction. I stayed still, just watching, not wanting to disturb her. It began to rain. I turned around, walked back and headed home. If my mother were still alive, I’d say, “Guess what I saw today…Let’s go for a walk.”