|I made friends with Cooper, this fall. A rescue dog with a heart as beautiful as his eyes. A stoic personality.
|We took a drive to shoot some film for a song that this man had written. "In the shadow of the hill..."
|As we drove over to "Lime Lake Rd".
|Bittersweet is life, captured emotions in photos, soon the leaves drop from the trees.
|To see the same point of land, for sixty five years, is to say something. I have rooted into this sandy way, maybe to trod the path I have walked in lives before.
|To keep the picture, a record, of what you love
|The ancient spirits of the past, reach out, to eyes that see the life that was before and will repeat again.
|My love is felt more profoundly, as I gain the age of spirituality.
|As we gaze across the land formations that have been here from the beginning.
|Revisit the paths of what is dreamt when you are young.
|Be eternally grateful for what is to come reckoning my soul.
|All of life starts from the nest.
|Then fans across the reality of time.
|Every corner a spiritual nurturing of lessons lived.
|Until the moss grows over your bones.
I love the exclusivity that this pandemic has offered us. A moment of time to catch up with our thoughts and our dreams.
Here is to life continued in the new year.