open and empty

I looked in the archives and I have a shot from last year at this time that is almost the same, except for the weather. I love the carpet of coloured trees.


one line curved in
just the right place
turns the face in ice cold


emerging from leaf pile
stairway of self awareness
goes nowhere but up


around a central point
the key to perception
true vision distortion


affixed to the landscape, like schoolroom biology bug, shadow integrates all elements to a flat plane of perspective from which there is no escape, impaled by imitation arms, a fence holds a self-notion forever formed by the external, uncovered to reveal, form is not essence, the genuine comes from within