handle me with care


oil on linen


Here’s a funny old building in North Ferrisburgh I’ve seen
many times as I traveled from Rutland to Burlington.
I love its welcoming porch and the soft aging wood.
It calls to mind a bit of a poem by Mary Oliver that I love,

Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.

from “Loving the World”
Mary Oliver