“ MY MIND RUNNETH OVER”
From a VERY early age wading creeks began my education. It really didn’t matter where my body was, my mind was on a creek somewhere, STILL IS.
Can’t wade anymore but memories are sharp, as well as my carving tools.
At 85, the chips are still falling and still motivated to head down to the studio. My creative ability still seems to be holding up , hopefully, a while longer.