Year's End

This last day of the year is when I typically take stock, reinvent myself.  I've spent it looking across the harbor where the Hawaiian king was born, stillborn; climbing to the Anasazi caves in the red sandstone valley, facing the sun, smelling the pungent juniper berries on my fingers; lighting the Chinese fireworks with long poetic names. Today, in New York, I spent the afternoon with the French Medieval saints, the sage Cycladic figurines, and the rhapsodic colors of the Bonnards and Gauguins.

The ruins of the year are beautiful, like these in Mallorca, and I treasure what I have been and seen.


image:  Christie B. Cochrell, Mallorca 2013