Poem By Kay Ryan I marveled at how generally I was aided, " the autobiography of Charles Darwin" I marvel at how generally I am aided, how frequently the availability of help is demonstrated. I’ve had unbridgeable distances collapse and opposite objects coalesce enough to think duress itself may be a prayer. Perhaps not chance, but need selects; and desperation works upon giraffes until their necks can reach the necessary branch. If so, help alters; makes seven vertebrae go farther in the living generation; help coming from us, not from the fathers not to the children. Bless Kay Ryan and her words. She so aptly describes our evolution and also the reach that exceeds the grasp that is creative process. For the past two months I have been attempting to churn ideas and stories into image. Above are prints in process.