Friday, February 25, 2022

I know at least


intuitively 
atmosphere 
and perspective 
are cousins.  

What shall we name this kitty?


 Should you ask, the succulents are named "dear Eleanor" (right) and Hildegard (left).  

Night time stories

have always fascinated me, especially when light is involved.  

 

Wednesday, February 23, 2022

When a line or two

try to corral the blurry, the outcome is never a given.  Our perhaps it is all perspective, and the blurry is trying to obscure the line.  For sure, perspective is never a singular voice.


 

Occasionally, the pale


 is quite vibrant.  Sometimes the minimalism of black/white is not quite sufficient.  Sometimes....

Tuesday, February 22, 2022

If the sun where a succulent

in bloom....

The dream speaks


 in an otherworldly voice.  What do you hear?  

Sunday, February 20, 2022

Monday, February 7, 2022

Friday, February 4, 2022

Perhaps because February


is the most petite month of the year, it seems to me to be slightly on tilt.  This, of course, is just one woman's observation.  I could say the same about peas.