A Horse With No Name Black and White The eyes of the wolf

The eyes of the wolf are galaxies themselves

deep pools of contemplative stillness that beckon one into the ineffable mysteries of existence

peaceful place and the desert certainly fulfills that desire for me

It’s where I feel most connected to the world

Here’s one of my favorite recent photo paintings

A Horse With No Name Black and White The eyes of the wolfWhen I saw this wild horse grazing on spring wildflowers it immediately brought to mind the song A Horse With No Name by the band America. Here are a couple lyrics: On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life There were plants and birds and rocks and things There was sand and hills and rings I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain In the desert you can't remember your name 'Cause there