I biked home from Rochester, NY and spent the night on the Erie Canal trail. Next morning, as I wound my way home exploring back roads, this was one of the marvelous images that appeared. It’s a beautiful world we inhabit in our little spot in the cosmos. And we can’t seem to get along. Fighting for a piece of land when everyone of us will end up in that very land when our time is up. I want the poets to be in charge of everything. They’ll get what’s really important right.

This one is 9″ x 11″ using pencil and watercolor on cotton paper. $75 unframed.