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You have become the darkest,

barest winter tree

only bones and breath

holding you in

But as I layed beneath

your golden reach

I became full-on summer lush

my seaweed hair entangling you

whole and healthy

filling the space with living air

So close to me - you were

I let go of where my body ended

and yours began

While suspecting scant chance

the universe would leave us be

While in some portal of mind

I lay in warmth

you gently brushing my back

As the blue earth turns in space

Beth

Looking In

Great day yesterday, painted this 'til it was done and did the touch up on a painting of sunflowers. Today I'll work on a heron painting that is in progress and plan on jumping into the two unfinished figure paintings (one of which you are intimately familiar with) as soon as inspiration strikes or when I get sick of looking at them unfinished, whichever comes first.

Thinking of Eagles

I have only a handful of paintings that I love as much as this one. Hope you like it too. It's an oil painting, 22x24.

wire sculpture

Of Wire Sculpture

How's this for wild and crazy. I've been looking at this sculpture I made a few years ago and remembered how much I liked the lines. All found material from the barn. It took a couple of days, but thoroughly enjoyable.

Hi T,

Turns out this is a rare photo of me with my clothes on. Eve took this photo on an art trip near Anacortes.

I'm hoping this reaches you. Let me know.

B