Surface
The rising river brings you
To the surface, it
Brings me to the surface.
What we’ve built ‘round us
Is washed away by the water
Becoming another’s burden.
He may see it twisted, splintered
Letting it wash by;
Or he may use it to build
Something of his own.
Either way,
I can see you
Now that we have surfaced.
Kevin Tobosa
The finished studio. Things have been crazy since we moved in so this is the first chance I’ve had to post a few images.
A peek at the new studio. Signed the papers today - now the work begins!
Brenda Weiler playing at the premier show of Saturday Night City Guide.
While I was testing out some new studio lights, my son was more than willing to ham it up for the camera.
Giving a kid a camera is great fun. My six-year-old daughter took this photo of me this fall while walking in downtown Fargo.



