keep your head up

A strange looking thing, the bees try to land on it and they can't get much further in than those red tips, it's funny to watch them try again and again.


Pervasive or invasive, who's to judge the balance.


Beneath his orange girders, 'bob' shelters a streetcar turnaround, wires, wires.


The field was full of them. I walked toward them to see who would step up to protect the flock. Two of the larger ones waited on the flanks and as I moved in close and crouched down. This one stepped forward as the toughest. I asked him if that was the case and prepared to photograph this noble leader. But every time I did, he would bend his head. Some tough guy!


water colours waver
when reflection and perception
spin about a central point


what seems like duality, this as opposed to that, dark makes bright be something other, yet somewhere between the two is the empty space we populate, in order to properly relate to the objects seen as dual, and it's in the suspension of place, like the light between sun and shadow, where time resides, immeasurable, undefinable, only a place holder in the continual reinvention of each moment between