intro inspector

Between the lines the fingers make in that place where introspection finds a diamond shape to reflect upon the individual state of mind.


Crushed like hope disappears fast when broken flower discarded to ground wears a faded suit.


Against a smokey sky the eyes inside the clouds try to hide the repetitive return to the round.


the stonesmile2

emotional rock
familiar as stone returned
becomes another friend

sense of familiar

Remember winter, when there was no colour, or very little. It's nice the tulips come early.


Ah yes, trees have flowers too, cherry blossoms to be exact.


The tulip tree though it barely resembles a tulip for long.


As the crows continue to fly a sense of familiar within the dark eye for they act as remote spies for the mind.


With Fibonacci spiral in mind there is a cohesion to design reflected in framed perspective.


the en-trance

crystal allurement
voice vibration resonates
touch me to release

rain as eye

With a drop of rain as eye.


I like the tulips. As flowers to be photographed they are so perfectly designed. The little cup provides a perfect lens hood of colour and the center design is the exact distance necessary for the lens.


I have a preference for the orange because it looks like fire.


the stonesmile

semi-permanence
stone as friend repeated, not
just another rock

Lentin Rose

It's a Lentin Rose, awesome, they bloom in early February. The Lentin Rose as a search term has generated quite a few hits to this blog (16%). However the actual image is buried in a mass of others. Perhaps this will make it easier for all those lovers of the Lentin Rose. Too bad the garden is no longer going because I don't know where else to find one to get another, maybe better, photo. Anyways here's a tribute to all those searchers looking for the Lentin Rose.

no rainbows at night

This reminds me of a French chef with his hat and beady little eyes and apron.


Between the vibrational layers we deem tangible shimmers a perspective unseen by eyes adjusted and accustomed to the light


I stepped from the canopy of trees and there it was, a beautiful rainbow and lo and behold, it ended right above my home. It was cool to see everyone stop, all the kids biking especially, and marvel at it. Fleeting moments of aligned perspective.


Self composed within a calculated frame contrasted in shape and colour to explain the segmented brain analyzing balance.


A detail from above, twisted!


the shuffle

intense awareness
sudden illumination
with contemplation

when crows f*k

A very wet Primrose.


Love 'em ...


and Leave 'em.

scary faces

Little blue beauties, I missed the name of this flower but it bears my favourite flower colour that isn't a washed out purple.


I much prefer to be behind the camera but Ryder insisted and the hat is so cool I know my brothers will want to see it! This is so that twenty years from now when I think i haven't aged at all in the last twenty years, I will be able to look at this and shatter the delusion. I know, I know, wash the dirt off your chin, ... but it's hockey playoffs right now, I'll shave in June ... maybe.


Ryder, just cracks himself up with his out of season antics.

stone self-induced

Open to possibilities the unveiling as revelation of colours.


I was in Castlegar today and went to Zuckerberg Island. Russian teacher, and sculptor Alexander Zuckerberg came to Castlegar to teach in 1931 and lived on the island. He created this tribute to his wife.


Tendencies within the stone to seek direction for thought patterns reveal blatant indications as to which way to go.


One eye on the inside to remind the world that balance requires correlatives to everything, regardless of how much it may hurt.

eye sees

Like a bugle call to announce the arrival of warmer temperatures the burst of daffodil flower blasts a colourful song.


Eye sees into the place where no vision ever goes when it reflects upon itself.


An English Daisy, I was told, is the name.

in the details

Inspired by the lure of temptation the sun uses instinctual urges to spread through pollination beauty with no explanation


A detail from above; crystal people rise against a red sky.


I haven't a clue as to the kind of bird this is but its unique call led to its capture.


Whose face do i see when i peer between the words that roar like background noise in a static vision filled sleep beneath the faint glow of tv as sound turns into silence.


the absolute

philosophical
pure energy reflected on
becomes this or that

looking on

I have been trying to put the top knot of the tree into the same place in the frame. The placement of the crow I leave to luck. This is the eighth one; I imagine there will be more.


Like the crows, when opportunity presents itself, fire away. There's more of these under a separate alien eyes post.


It's the shapes that indicate the place for the eye to seek as it tries to travel free within the confines of a frame marking x as the spot for concentration.


the infinite

calculated shapes
like slime removed from context
ten thousand faces

when light is right

Beaks reach for sustenance from a coloured nest come to life for the light


Tree essence alive inside a moss filled sky is a landscape from the mind.


the omen

like rainbows portend
when the angle is precise
holographic death

two crows

The crows are at it again. first two, ..


then one, ... as the collection continues to grow.


Ready to take you inside on the colour vortex visual carnival ride where nothing is real and the admission is free.


the border

imaginary
lines drawn between like people
tree offers handshake