Closer Walk and Lost in the Woods

Not a passing glance; watch the river flow under your feet.  Look up the branches are gentling falling, the sun is glazing over the sage. All the time real time is way too fast like the sparks in the night or a car passing in the night too restless to sleep. Silent as a burn forest or lost in a maze of cactus. As the truck pushing it self up stream against the currents.

Peter de Lory, Seattle, 2016