controlled exposure

On a makeshift palm extended the little signs of age, like missing skin almost brings empathy for the spirit within the molded plastic.


The ability to stay in one spot is compromised and the confusion of lines running clear to fuzzy keeps the eye trying to find a place to land.


There's a continuity to the story being told and it comes from the way paint mottles in the same way that dirt fills the empty spaces it leaves behind.


A sudden blast of sunlight as the clouds take a break for afternoon tea and the contrast defines the subtle colours rare in the depth of the gray.