Steve Butterman

LOOKING AT MY TODDLER NEPHEW, AS LIQUID MUD STREAMED DOWN HIS CHUBBY FACE AND DRIPPED ONTO HIS PROTRUDING POTBELLY, AS HE GAZED IN WONDER AT THE MUD GATHERING IN HIS HAND AND SLATHERING OFF OF IT, I KNEW WHY I WRITE--THE FASCINATION OF LIFE, FOUND IN THE SIMPLEST OF EARTHLY HUES.