Rock garden

The rock is not a rock; it is a ceramic sculptural piece done by my daughter that is slowly transforming with the seasons. I take a photo of it a couple of times year to see how it changes. The last round of hail gave it some holes, but the texture of the flaking surface gets better with time. Another deception in this photo is that it looks like it was taken at night, but it wasn’t. Every day this week has had at least one storm during the day; this was taken in-between storms.

2014-06-04 21.19.06

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Author of the poetry collection The Tethered Ground and Professor of English at Missouri State University. Contact me for readings or for workshops on writing/publishing and on teaching writing online.

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