These hands still holding

Joshua, the basset hound.

Yet there is still beauty.

Dandelions.

Grace.

Mother and child.

Never.

The view from my window.

What I see today.

Resonance.

What carries us through.

Kissing my daughter awake this morning.

Mid July, kids and dogs at my parents.

When you are not here.

Two days in Summer.

Impermanence.

Sitting. The dog in the desert.

Your boots.

Unfamiliar ground.

This is not a pipe/Ceci n'est pas un pipe.

Bookcase.