Nov 2, 2014
discoveries of new and old unfold before these spinning wheels leading to rocky lichen moss covered rubble points, precariously shaping our fate we enjoy these times of late. unwrapped gifts. peeling peeling peeling forever pheeling. riding high riding why.. for pure exuberant pleasure upon salmon spawning skies Lyies wishy waves of whitewash clouds as sure as sheep flock to the northern star the sunsets in the west father time will tell us dreams