Observations (in the raw)
The ground is frozen hard. I stand waiting for the dogs to do their thing, but then I notice my shadow on the side of the house watching me. It is bulky and blunt. This spurs a memory from long ago: a boy waiting in the cold for a school bus, notices his long shadow stretching down the road, watching him. Then, as now, our shadows shapeshift to match our lives.
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for several years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
"...mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff, you know...