April 2017

	Seven Vessels
4.1.2017

4.2.2017

4.3.2017

	Robin and youngster in the nest and other sure signs of spring.
4.4.2017

	In transit
4.5.2017

	Finding vessels here on the road. This one must be filled with seafood gumbo.
4.6.2017

	A walk to Shippley donuts early this morning under a cloudless blue sky
4.7.2017

4.8.2017

	red dirt pine forest sky blue sky
4.9.2017

4.10.2017

	Salt shaker
4.11.2017

	A shallow container formed by contraction
4.12.2017

	"A wonderful bird is the Pelican. His beak can hold more than his belly can..." Dixon Lanier Merritt
4.13.2017

	Traveling
4.14.2017

	Touching the core
4.15.2017

4.16.2017

Glimpsing vastness suddenly amongst chaos, walking steadily to the studio intending to capture my insights in words, repeating fragments as mantras to help remember, getting there, quickly typing notes, misspellings, and turned phrases until the wave crests; then afterwords, sitting at a different table in front of a blank card, in the swirling energetic wake, I collect, as pencil lines, residue from the inspiration, the diaphanous strands too wispy to form letters.

4.17.2017

	As non-separate as two peas in a pod.
4.18.2017

	A fresh journey on uncharted thoughts
4.19.2017

	Rounded into shape glass is a bottle; shattered on a tile floor, just glass again.
4.20.2017

4.21.2017

	Earth is a vessel
4.22.2017

4.23.2017

	The forests were made into ships
4.24.2017

	Sitting in awareness, peering through the veil
4.25.2017

	Empty bowl of emptiness
4.26.2017

4.27.2017

	The day when spring is undeniably certain not to leave until summer.
4.28.2017

4.29.2017

	The overwhelming green of a wet spring - I mean, so green here.
4.30.2017