oh how long it has been since i have visited the imaginarium.

it feels like worlds have whipped by since the last time words or photos were placed here.

thinking of where to begin...

i have been dreaming of farms. of chickens. of goat.

of the kootenays, or the sea, or the lake.

and then there is this little dream of a human....

and then i know i am always home wherever he is.