The Bridge Material:Epic Prints one seeing

one seeing

The soul is the spiritual and eternal part of us

In the spring and fall we would fish for catfish with our cane polls and the worms dug out of the ground nearby

As the horses graze

The countryside is rugged

The Bridge Material:Epic Prints one seeingEarly one cold January morning I decided to take a walk on a path close to my house. It had snowed about 10 inches overnight and I was the first one on the path. Having no other footprints in the path ahead gave it a magical look as if no one had never traveled this way before. As I approached this bridge which crossed a small creek Robert Frosts poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening came to mind. I spent several minutes just standing there