words and art by w a l t e r w s m i t h

the interior rooms and the endless distance


A reflection of moments in time. Our interior rooms with the persistence of place and memory; beautiful and alarming, from past to present. And from attachment to freedom, we give thanks for the smallest of things such as breath and the endless distance.

2 responses

  1. This appears to me to be an homage to hope.

    December 7, 2016 at 11:07 pm

    • Hi Linda, how are you? I am definitely looking toward a homage to hope and a transcendence of a sorts. And I am trying to post a little more often. 🙂 Check out my other two previous posts, I produced this past week. Thanks for stopping by.

      December 7, 2016 at 11:23 pm

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