Wednesday, July 18, 2012


1 comment:

WJB said...

I am so fortunate to be a living beast. Man made structure and perspective of streets, walkways, curbs and poles yield a beauty and purpose of their own.
As a live beast I choose where my flowers spawn, and through time grow. Look very close, I am not smiling. Rather,a smirk to those who know. It is I and my forest that makes man.