three notes
a silhouette of meaning
Tag: nature
this quiet
high in the iron wood
Grandpa
He takes me by the hand again, we gone fishing by the shore.
Wild Children
bloom and show their gift
I and Thou and the Ram
he had prayed, without words, without thought, with simple life-sustaining breaths and become one with the wilderness
#SHRM17 Pre-Read
In honor of these memories I do not have, this imagined salute to ~…~ with a wink and a squeeze directed to our curious times.”
Flyspeck
the discerning eyes of the beholder
