I'm counting two "screws"

Of course, one on the post.  The other?  I'm thinking of the flower on the succulent as affixing the sky.  What a beautiful day to hold on to.

Once upon a time

a burst of sunset met up with a fried-egg poppy, botanically known as matilija poppy.  The rest is unfolding.  
 

Tell me, how is elevation determined

in dreams?

Clouds

like the opening line of a novel.  Or perhaps the last.

 

Strange isn't it that sometimes nature can be summed up in one word:

majestic.

 

Do you know a better way to end the month of blogging

with fractal magic.  

What are these two beauties

 saying to each other.  Conversation is an art form; eavesdropping, an underrated activity.