Funny how we always call it work . I guess it is work to do anything as well as you can . Still , if feels a little bit like saying that being alive on earth is work . I suppose sometimes we make it hard .
I love the way light moves around in our world . Every minute takes some of its flavor from either the sun , the moon , or those little fires we keep building .
Big open places , uninterrupted by much of anything . It's nice to just wander around sometimes .
These are some things I've been fooling with . I like words banging around with images . These are a beginning .