my little builder man, he made a raft.
and he made plans. plans for his raft to sail the seas – or at least a very large lake (after it was tested in a small pond of course)
i convinced him to first test it in our flooded yard. that’s where a six year old came face to face with the stark divide between dreams and reality – in a puddle.
the raft was not sea worthy and i was afraid he would loose faith. but no, it was enough that he built it, some day he would make a better one…
no matter the outcome, he must build rafts – he is a builder man
like him i must create, reinvent, photograph, make art, mumble, meander and ponder – oh and dream beyond the puddles…
always dream – who knows where it may take you, one day