First four, then three, now four.
Moons or cats or both?
Four then five, now six.
Deer crossing the Red River, their wet white tails dancing and reflecting a brilliant sun as they jet, foraging on an urban landscape now transforming to green.
First four, then three, now four.
Moons or cats or both?
Four then five, now six.
Deer crossing the Red River, their wet white tails dancing and reflecting a brilliant sun as they jet, foraging on an urban landscape now transforming to green.
A product of environment, triggered intellect in response to thoughtful solutions, patient and aggressive, but waiting, operating under restraint imposed by the normalized, commitment to country preceded by his accumulated travels throughout his home state, cities dispersed rurally, most in advance of global connectivities, a back turned to naive hope, as a native sun’s capacities are lost, progress slowed.