angels and aliens

Garry and Jenn's house. It's like a great big candy or a beautifully wrapped present.


Desperate that even frozen petals of metal will suffice as a return to the natural design flowers make.


Kitsch. Odd colours made even weirder in the fading snow-blue daylight.
I want to take a picture of that, but it's too boring.
Do you want me to stand there?
Okay.


Peace comes in disguise hidden by the lines the angels make as they levitate above the background surface brought to fore like two fingers like two doves mean peace.


Separated by the necessary dividing line in order to perceive duality as other than one thing the caged alien twisted by design harbors the deepest abnormalities of mind.