Talking with Ghost Friends

Sketching with Glue Sticks

Sleepy on Subways

From the Source

It was flowing from up stream; from the place where the trees bend and groan under the shadow of the mountain.

Some Photos

This is a rabbit, This is a Bike

 This is Joe, Remember Joe

 This place is Tiring

 And Tired

 And Magic

 And the same

And Mystery

And a Tale that is Told

Quiet in the Book Store

Pumping oxygen to the mind

Wisdom in words Coffee in cups

I did not get his name, though I am sure he has one, unless he is nobody, but since I was able to sketch him he must be somebody.

Holly said No

When words and action match they illuminate truth, then negation is beautiful and causes one to smile.

Mirror Coffee for Mountain Climbing

the crow and the wolf

these fiends, laughed from the sky and howled from the ground

In the Forest

Following the footprints in the cold winter snow

the tracks lead off into the darkest places of the forest

Sore vexed

 His favorite tree had been chopped down and what is this?