Misplaced Directions

Trying to catch up. Images of recent efforts

Holiday seasons remain a constant hum of activity and noise. Isolation among masses is relative to the interaction sought by the individual. We can only have returned what we first offer.

" and the stars still pierce the black"

Re-Emerging

We are all gardeners of varying degree. Compiling messes and heaps of debris over the course of years, we struggle to align the chaos into concentrically tilled fields of order. At 93 miles an hour the blur of the world cannot be contained.