I stand at the door and think.

“Don’t be daunted.  Just keep going to the end.”

There’s a profound truth in this new local addition.

Am I ready for this again?

I'm learning from the sycamores.

What’s the saddest sound in nature?

Let me muse on this odd phenomenon.

I couldn’t get the whole view until now.

The car is the first to leave.

My comic draws me into deep reflection.

There are two universal tasks in a garden.

I walk the line.