Recently, all creative juices have been aimed at setting some basic life practicalities in place. This morning I come to the Archives with no cream for my coffee and feeling a bit inspirationally tapped.
Then I come across a photo taken by Jeb.
There does exist a well without end.
It sources somewhere between the notes of a song or the lines of a poem.
It courses through veins of arms that embrace.
My seven year old son has captured flow in motion.
Ahhh…the cup that runneth over!