I become very aware of how fortunate I am

To have time - to really have time -

Time to enjoy the woods that surround me

I walk looking down at the shadows of the sapling trees

As they fall in front of me in irregular patterns.

Suddenly this quiet is broken by the squawk of a cock pheasant,

The call of the free flying crow. This feeling can only be related to others

through my painting - Alone here I can only say how fortunate I am