Charlie wrote this
...shortly after our Davy died a few months ago. The Tracker Tracks on the old trail unwinding their way through forest and field lost in the rocks and the streams and found again. By day and night the tracks are seen a path meandering with intention following hints of memory instinct and maybe something else something hard for us to understand we are so cerebral. The tracks lead out, and in, and in, and out until you lose yourself in the following. Each print is an echo of the past as much as... Sign in to see full entry.