musical color
smelling the cold
a secret-wise in repose
CKS

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smell of rain
purple mountains
big sky


I love the big sky.  I love the open road.  I love sinking into the smell of rain.

When the rain comes, I am careful not to tread.  Trails are a gift, and if we walk on them in the mud we damage the terrain.

The trails widen and erode; leaving our scars behind.  Here I remain with faraway eyes and sweet eternity’s scent.

Repose of distance, 2
Repose of distance, 2″ x 1 1/4″, ink, paper, pastel, charcoal, graphite, ©CKS 2012
Posted by:Connie Karleta Sales

artist, poet, educator, public speaker and thriver! Smiles and unpaved roads are the way I roll :D