"…this experience has woke up the kid in me, and blamed if I can coax the little cuss to go to sleep again…”  Owen Wister  The Virginian


Collect


A mind, like a woodland from afar

can seem so silent and so unmarred.


Come travel within and hear my songs 

mothering, holding, hushing, rocking.


So wild the motions and yet so mild

they’ve soothed both me and my wakened child.

First Foot Second Foot
a pictorial and lyrical chronicle


 © td2 2013