This is one of my favorites from a walk alone in the park after taking B to drama class. It hangs so elegantly and solitary, but it is strong. This is what I need to absorb in the depths of my debts when I can't see the fog clearing. Remember the elegant single curl growing alone on the vine. It really has been so shockingly stupefying to be so on the edge all the time. My memory is frail, I have little ambition, I am terribly disorganized. But I do know that there have been better days and so I suppose that is a strong indicator that there can be good days again.
I love this one too! I love the busyness behind the front curl. It's all inside. All the stuff, the energy, the meaning - it's all inside.
Now this one is fun - all messy and frantic. More of the energy released, like it is going somewhere, not stopping and posing like the one above. Same branch. New outlook. It's a good lesson.
