How does a part of the world leave the world?
How can wetness leave water?
Spanning a creek that eventually leads to the Mississippi River stands a civil war-era bridge which is not far from where I was born in rural Missouri. Exploring under the bridge gave a view to a reflective duality coexisting among the ripples.
Perhaps people aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives.
"Reflective" Limited Edition 2/10 SOLD yesterday to a wonderful collector and friend. I am warmed knowing that it will be in a special place.