Vews from the Shed

Sometime I sit in this simplified space and I am devastated by the lack of positive personal confirmation available to me on the so-called social networks, nonetheless I keep my chin up.

Still Life

Life is still, always still. It is a movement like yoga is a movement, it is the appreciation of the time in this moment to make the moment continue into the depths of my self examination. Then there is nothing I need more.

the Weight

The wonder

The Fish

Are here again, tap tap tapping at my door, awaiting my response. Should I respond?

The Cold

an lonely

The start

Oh, so long ago there was a moment I remembered wondering if now was the time that I would be allowed out. These little walls, thin as wood can be, offer no view of the light but they are the light. I am the light in this small space, this small shed, this smallness. This nothing