patterned colour

Still looking at the elephant. It is not flat across the top although it sure looks that way from here.


Certainly it must be the building that is crooked, not me. It is interesting to try to see through the camera without looking.


The blue floating doors, just another chair in a strange place.


pattern repeated
seems perfect until one
broken heart later


as brief as the splash of creek that caused the mark
like a shadow echoes form then disappears behind cloud
or dries in bright sun


measured and compared to universal code
all spirals
maintain order


torn like skin the paper thin
bark when peeled
leaves a raw scar


left with enough options to elicit response
from the most arid of imagination plantation
the explosion of shape waits to create


The ingrained attitude of impending death, anxiety of dark of night, leads to a grasping of substance to over-compensate for a limited future instead of using what's necessary to get through the moment