Confession
Here’s an odd photo provoking a confession from me. For the rest of the story, click on the link.
Fire, Then and Now
As I slowly walked the 200 steps between my house and studio this morning, I heard the echo in my mental museum of the events of five years ago. The evidence of that day still marks the landscape I walked through – and my response remains the same. But my reflections on what the day meant have deepened.