other eyes
Note the soft, blue hair, like some strange hairdo. The bumblebees do somersaults inside the little fibers when they come to find pollen, it's very entertaining.
Deep deep within where even the eye can't go to discover a world designed for other things.
Purple petal flowers are perfect.
The crow caws, and seconds later ...
The crow comes.
the fallen
splattered on pavement
like victims of circumstance
impressive in death
posted by dave at 11:52 PM
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Today I saw a green rock sitting among gray and I thought of you and your penchant for the stone colours of the earth and it somehow minded me of water making everything go yin/over/yang and vice versa and then . . . here you are as shambhala sings a serene song in the distance of the future.welcome summer!
That fuzzy blue hairdo, indeed a peculiar specimen there . . .
And there’s something alluring about that little, torn, blue flower.
Yes. Purple. It is quite perfect. as perfect as the world can be. with eyes closed. or open.
And these crow-shots, I might add, the progression, the way in which the branches corelate to the mood, let’s say, of the sky, that is awesome.
And that last one is symbolism . . . Beautiful in its truth. Sad in its beauty. Yeah. That what I think....
wow, glad you enjoyed!
I love the blue hairdo too!
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