Culling old photos. I still miss my Wizard. He was stolen. The day of the fire in 2011. When the firemen let us back in, I remember seeing him still on the desk. Wet but there. I was to distraught over Mark’s death in that fire to stay and rescue much before I went to mom’s. By the time I came back, he was gone along w my self portrait, my magic wands, my one-of-a-kind handcrafted copper rose that Robert Taylor made.
I remember when I paired it with the plain $14 gray metal rose. Mark came over from across the hall, beer in hand – one for me, one for him – for critique and conversation (a ritual we shared for his art and mine). He took a sip then cocked his head and nodded his approval of the arrangement. The green vase full of Mardi Gras beads, the two roses, some black Christmas floral from Z Gallery and two of my magic wands.
Sad that some people compound a tragedy by stealing the few remaining personal treasures.
I’ve replaced the roses, but my wizard, wands and self portrait are lost forever.
Perle Champion 