When making I am drawn to three qualities: simplicity, elegance, and grace. I judge these through a combination of intuition and reason.

There is a point when something becomes so simple, its elegance evaporates. Elegance offers more than meets the eye. Something elegant is coherent, lucid, inventive, surprising, pleasing.

Simplicity and elegance may be static. Grace relates to movement, an expression of something alive.

I am fortunate to live in a home with a garden. The garden has grass that flows to a border of flowers, shrubs, trees and a hornbeam hedge. This morning, as I filled up the seed and water feeders under a magnolia tree, a small woodland bird flew onto a nearby branch, unafraid. We looked at one another, inquisitively, calmly.

Trust is a gift, a treasure, no matter who or what living thing bestows it.

I wake from a vivid dream. I am on the mend.

I was in the company of someone I have known for many years, whom I have met in dream so many times, yet have never known in my waking world. I set reason aside...

What if my dream-life is rich with the entanglements and experience of others? Perhaps somewhere now she wakes and thinks upon our meeting that fades from view like the vanishing morning mist.