through yonder wing

The pause to reflect, I think I'll be pink today.


To gain a foothold on the proper perspective it is necessary to keep in mind; everything is relative to everything around it.


There are places behind the temporal plane of focus that disguise om within a passing shadow.


Though true to form, a lack of colour leaves a pale imitation, like a shadow.


In a surreal world of twisted colour the camera rises upon itself to see what it sees without eyes.


the feathers

what light through yonder
wing doth break, to bring alive
perfect shape for flight