Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Old soul in the garden
You know how it can be. You're minding your own business, deep in thought, and you catch a glimpse of a creature you love. A skewed eye, a velvet ear you must touch not once, but over and over, a greying chin that reminds you the years are shortened now for you both - and you must somehow document it, capturing that essence in a two dimensional form so you reach for it again and again and again.
I'll never stop swooning over him - the ever soulful, never pompous, always forgiving, Huckleberry Pie.