A Concept & Collaboration
Jim & I concluded that the Mtn. Laurel Face was headed toward too much,
but the face did, in fact, depict a portion of my memory that can recall the feeling of
being watched, that sticking my head way up into the tree was somehow foolish
- like the sometimes foolhardy Jack the Giant Killer, unwittingly poking about in a haunted wood -
. . . and so the Ol' Biddy bleeds out of the past into an old Walnut stump . . .