Hard to imagine a landscape that’s anything other.
Still.
Winter.
A Story of My Own
She looked at me - questioning: ‘What are you doing here?”
I suppose - I’d been wondering the same.
Why do I do the things that I do? Why is this what I do?
A simple question…with begged such a complex response.
Because - it slows my mind….it opens my heart….it teaches me to trust.
Because - I love the magic in the moment….and how I make time stand still.
Because - I love not knowing where each day’s story may lead…
And mostly - I love uncovering a story of my own.
She seemed satisfied with my response. Enough so - for today.
And - just like that - she let out a short snort and long neighhhhh…and walked away.
Local Lore
Every now and again - I’m reminded from where I’ve come from.
What I did….before I did this.
Who I was…before I’ve become who I am - today.
Walking the neighborhoods of New Orleans…
Loving the fun color…the balance…the exquisite detail
Of local lore and architecture.