Thursday, 26 May 2011

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.

 (That was from Edna St. Vincent Millay)

I don't want my blogs to be mawkish BUT...

It's very strange that emptiness can be tangible.

That an absence can so quickly become a presence.

But, somehow it has.

Moose lives on! He's everywhere...


















Always the same big bear.