Buzzard follows me or maybe I follow you as I walk, drive, breath…
Painting in the dark, Lit by candles in the night. “Power” cut, eyes shut.
I often wonder: What do I have to offer, the world has plenty.
“Potato mug, potato mug, potato mug, potato mug…” ~~~ Self-expression is A journey inward, Toward (self) discovery. A quiet voyage… a stone in the sea. ~~~
The sounds of the night walking down the track, listening, torch in hand, alert… the owls are calling, and badgers, hiding.
The owl is hungry For more outdoor adventures, Now that winter’s here…
The woods are my church The birds and bats, my choir The priest, a badger.