Friday, August 1, 2008

missing in action

this is where i go on days when the only thing i want to be is....missing. i don't know what my connection to the past is but there's always a strong pull whenever i enter it's orbit. i always feel more at home around these disappearing relics....a part of it.

when i'm having the day from hell, or just one of those blue days, i come out here and swing on the porch, listening to the birds and taking in the heady smell of the woods.'s not mine, although i wish it were. the owners are gracious enough to let me park a while and pretend like i'm home.

the place just screamed for a mr. stumpyman so i created his other brother....darryl. he's way to serious to get into the whole dressing up thingy.
me and darryl just hang... silently... together, letting the worries of the day fade into the sounds of nature.

1 comment:

CiNdEe said...

I popped over from garden junk. I am going to add you to my blog list if that is o.k.(-: