ONE WEEK LEFT
on the other side of the tracks, where i live ~ in the winter months when it is late at night and the cold air is heavy. i can hear the train horn blow. it carries on the thick, dark night and through my open window. sometimes the boxcars bang together as they rearrange themselves on the tracks. i love the sounds of my side of the tracks in the winter.
it is merely an illusion that the grass is greener on the other side of the tracks
each side possesses it’s own shade of green
unfinished, stamped, paint pages
linoleum block that I carved when i was talking on the phone with a friend one afternoon.
09/23/2009 at 1:47 pm
OH boy !I love it..especially the grass is greener….Your lino cut is great too!