Hiking along the Rogue River I find these lovely mile markers. Each so lovingly carved into images of the wildlife and wild lands, animals and tree forms.
What trace do we leave behind us?
These were so lovingly crafted. I felt as if I were actually in the presence of the artist. I felt the chisel against the wood. I sensed the images coming into the mind of the sculptor. Each work took me into the space of the person who lived so deeply into his or her time. Deeply into the process of creating from an inner drive or image.