Grateful to live in New Mexico where I walkabout on the wide open mesa and the craggy bog of the lower Santa Fe River without getting in a car. Isolation is an adventure. A friend sent me a poem, The Cave, by Paul Tran, which begins "Someone standing at the mouth had the idea to enter. To go further than light or language could go. As they followed the idea, light and language followed."
Here is some of the work that has transpired. Thanks for checking in!