The kitchen is an abundance of landscapes

Nothing like a stainless steel refrigerator to garner the most amazing landscapes -- calmly surreal. This one most likely at night.  Of course, the kitchen abounds in still lives but that's a discussion for another day.  

 

Twisted metal

Perhaps, from a fender of a red truck.  Twisted with intent.  Intentional & spontaneous as sculpture. Or a line of poetry that pops into your head as you lace up those stridently red shoes.  Then again, perhaps you were dreaming of beets.  

Letters on a keyboard

have always been my happy space.  Image a keyboard as a ball  Let me toss you an imaginary word.

Now, guess the word you just caught.  

 

Please tell me #822

 What's the difference between shadow and alter-ego?  The sidewalk wishes to know.

A child passed through this way

messages are floating
between branches 
remember
the sky is a pair
of summer
mittens 
& lemons
are not to be 
trifled 
with

 

Pulled

toward 

pulled into  

perhaps, pulled through  

spiraling into the center

loving the ride. 

A moment of

magic.  Soon music will commence.  Just the right sounds.  Undulations will occur.  Just the right movements, nothing too harsh or jarring.  One might say, a liquid ballet. Yes, wait for the fish.  The conductor is always the last to arrive.
 

The present

always offers a center 

Imagination

the constant painter.  Constant weaver. Patterns from strands of fabric.  The meal from leftovers.  In summer, always a leaf or two of basil in the mix.

Hunger is never singular

Untitled -- at least for the moment

 aha!

yes, beets involved 

Morning abstracted

A humongous red-marbled sun this morning.  Beautiful & eerie.  Eerie as the word "eerie."  And yet, I couldn't pull away from it.  Tea with a red marble. Perhaps, strawberries for breakfast.