faces

Mushroom head has waited for the cold to crack like a light bulb idea.


Rising like a tree from the ground placed in the perfect position sensuality creeps hooded in the shadows.


Like fluorescence imitates sunshine the flower turns to the shining face of light come to sample the aroma.


How many faces do you find in the random encounter with the side of the hill splitting as it moves down.


The colour stark with fresh life growing even in the cold is a contrast to the season and a glimmer of things to come.