The Old Woman

She’s out there, in the valley of branches, her appearance battling sun and shadows, old body leaning headlong into the future, while pine shields her from strong winds and bitter cold, as winter finds its way into January.

The Beholder

Where would we be if we weren’t looking for the small details wherever our eyes lead us, whether in focus or out, beauty is the eye of the beholder, not just in it. It captivates a marveling audience of one, you. It challenges the good eye. The other one isn’t so bad either. It creates…