sticks & wool thread
Boise, Idaho, Mar. 21, 2017
This is my first bridge.
I made it in a small gully while on a hike in the foothills.
It was an ordinary Tuesday morning in March.
At first the day was cold and rainy with mud all around.
As I finished, the sun came out and the birds
who were watching me began to sing. It's true.
I wanted one of those birds to land on this olive branch, this bridge.