My camera roll often serves up the beats 
and sometimes there are no words.

Light in the dark is a generous gift
for this slick and sloppy walk.

Schools closed and roads like skating lanes
it’s a quiet Monday walk to work.

May there ever be moments when the light breaks through 
to mark the way home.

In this age of deconstruction 
with pieces all tumbled about
Linus still has it right.

Wasn’t it just yesterday I was teaching him how to ride a bike? 

The filing system for memories does seem a bit random sometimes

The running is good on a snow packed trail under a wide open sky.