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. |