F a e r n – I n – T h e – W o r k s

it seems that walking down the street, alone, is where the most free inspiration comes.

my own personal tunnel, breezy and truncated by the approach to the destination

if only wandering would be the way, but desultory wandering takes away the magik for me, there is never

“aimless” anymore

there are leaves, cement, drippy trees, street lines, asphalt, blinders giving awareness to oblivion

and then, the door