October 16, 2011. I am on my way to the closing of the BWAC Fall Show. I take my favorite bus ride and I see this portrait as I ride by. I know I have to go back. I want to liberate you from this fence. But I have no tools, and not the will to do this thing, to remove you from your designated place. Will you be there later? How will your form weather the coming frost, the winter, this season's sun? This is your place, you will manage as best you can, as you were intended to do by whomever made you. I will look for you again. And in the darkness I will want to take you with me.
