All images ©2005 Kyra Clews
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
My daughter's into the digital camera (finally)... here's a merge of moi, from this afternoon, now how self indulgent is that? Nothing like those rich carpets of gold leaves... we are in an older neighbourhood with many beautiful trees, they are massive and wise and soothing, and often I reach out and touch their trunks, the knotted bark, and caress leaves as I pass by...
All images ©2005 Kyra Clews
All images ©2005 Kyra Clews
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