Answer To The Big Question

That question mark that appeared on my studio wall last week freaked me out. At first I laughed, then all the doubts and questions started. Ending up with the biggies, What am I doing here, WHATS THE MEANING OF LIFE? Decided I was taking myself way to seriously, besides I still can't figure out the answers, even after all these years of asking. So I spent time in the early morning fog, drinking coffee and taking photos of what J. and I call the tree of life. As it came in and out of focus. And the sun rose and the fog was burned off.

Foggy sunrise and the tree