time has been elusive, the hands of the clock whirling around and around at an ever increasing speed, day and night in a constant tug-o'-war
until the snow flies, I give up
moments are captured here and there, the beauty of the pen as a tool is evident in those brief snatches
it only takes a moment to make a mark, mere seconds to write a word
one afternoon, during a brief respite, I searched out a favourite photo of river ice
using the words of Mr. Service, I literally tried my hand
there's something in this idea that fascinates me, likely will for a while yet
it needs refining
refining needs more time
time will come
the trick will be to grab it when it does
I'm ready...
take care,
jillayne
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