series 1205

The road down eventually goes under the bridge and there it seems to fly across the sky into another dimension where the sky is less gray.


This moss, depending on the angle of the light and the position of the eye appears to have a soft white fuzz that disappears as you walk by.


Angled at a certain degree to generate vanishing points at the end of lines going off into nowhere one simple subject suffices.


Like small and bright dabs of red paint the translucent drips lose their colour as they prepare to depart the master ship.