in morning mourning

...today...the little wooden boy starts off his day with a bottle of whiskey as he is sad and in mourning for the passing of Trish Keenan...

...he meets with Buddha in search for guidance and wisdom...

...his first encounter with mortality; a blood puddle makes him feel different, as he does not contain this life substance, yet... he is real...

...he turns to his muse for inspiration...

...inspired - yet confused, he turns to his instruments to compose a grand opus...

...and in doing so, he pays homage to his homeland and history, to the living and deceased, to what has gone and what remains...ultimately giving thanks for the sunrise; for a new day is full of possibilities...