solid and cold

A little frazzled by the pressures of expectations even he who performs magic must pause for a rest.


This is a cool car. The whole thing is covered in flowers and landscapes, a frog on the gas tank door. It was a welcome sight and nice to be able to get close for once.


I mean, I'm reaching here, like the snowman who waves an expression from behind a plastic facade.


I am literally craving colour. All this grey cloud socked in winter cold is exasperating. In a desperate attempt to placate these hue demons, green lines meant to remind of spring inevitable.


Contrasts in shape and colour provide a visual war dance between aspects of seeing if one can find the om way.


He cracked himself up throwing snow at the camera. He wanted to see if he could hit the lens. After three tries I managed to get some of the snow in mid-flight.


And though when left to exposure that allows examination of the individuals that make up the whole the uniqueness is the only thing they all share collectively like a pile of snow looks solid and cold.