. the dream .

it was
the dream

the cloud
the quarry

water flows down this valley

wind blows round our houses

.red mountains.

most of it works now,
memory plays a part,

when we look
to the mountain.

.summer home.

have a photo here of up the valley
where they used to stook the harvest

all the family out working the fields

in the evening it came cooler
for rest

.hello.

the sounds

softer.

once the day is dawn, the door is open, face the sky, all

comes well some days.

..late summer..

enjoyed the day

ours are all late summer and autumn
in a row

.walking.

my calculations say i may walk 4 miles
each time, each day, unless i go twice
then it is doubled of course

.the long view.

we wonder how it will map
out

we have wondered before
when waking

.repeat.

they will not swim in the tidal pool
no

nor their families nor them before that

we do and the little fishes come
we do
we are a different family

.equinox.

some thing is changing here,

so slight it can hardly be

noticed.

yet it has been.  a feeling,

came with the light rain .

the quietness

all things are changing

.camera.

while in the studio a series
commenced

marching in time
across the board

at dusk the view magnetic