abstract escape

And getting back to 'BOB', it turns fifty this year, ever ugly and obtrusive, like any bridge built across a flight path ought to be.


I was, or am, reflected somewhere inside but must have been towed away as no parking means what it says. I like the odd rectangles here.


I love this abstract, the longer you look at it the more things seem to appear and it has such a strange texture. What is it really?, just a close-up of the window in the photo above.


What might appear at first as frozen water gathered around the red tentacles of some strange plant becomes something else when one can find the eye within the lower left dark shape then follow it out to a pointed nose like one of those poodle type dogs who appears here suddenly.


Ah, the world is full of such brilliance fleeting and tenuous and precious for its non-repeatability.


Desire as part of the package.


the escape

victorious we
separate from the unknown
to be manifest
as ice on rock above stream
waits to be water again