'One cannot speak anymore of being, one must speak only of mess.' - Samuel Beckett

Friday, July 22, 2005

Rain on a table

I took this picture of my silhouette reflected in the sodden surface of an old sun table during a storm. I can remember looking at the rolling clouds above and feeling as if I was treading in an emotional gravy, wading through more than my emotions alone. I paddle as best I can in this electric sea.