my best friend rachel buse is a life force bigger than she knows.

in my mind she is a large tree.

deeply rooted.

blossoming blooming budding branches.

with a tire swing harnessed by thick, weathered rope.

her twigs gnarl and grasp.

her shadows caste, capture amorphous abstraction.

she is realer than real and her creations come from deep, deep, deep within.

i just found this site where she posts things she finds on the net.