Hut
Boston, MA, 1999

•Garden, hut made of found tree limbs, mud and rope, plant debris, deceased raccoon family

With evening's coming the flower folds her petals and sleeps,  
  embracing her longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet the sun's kiss.
The Life of a flower is longing and fulfillment.
A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come together and
  are a cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys until it meets the gentle
  breeze, then falls weeping to the fields and joins with the brooks and
  rivers to return to the sea, its home.
The Life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from the greater spirit to
  move in the world of matter and pass as a cloud over the mountain of
  sorrow and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death and return
  whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty-to God.

A tear and a smile
-Kahlil Gibran