one trail travelled

These flowers always remind me of little guys with trumpets popping up everywhere to announce spring.


Ah yes, bob from many angles. This time I included the golf course.


I kid you not, I don't make this stuff up, but when that bit of moss chose that spot to grow, it knew full well the potential for interpretation as an eye peering and thus moved beyond mere 'moss-ness' to activate and integrate with the imagined world beyond


when allowed time to surface the myriad faces melded to appear as creek water flow will separate and take on an individual glow subject to the amount of attention paid and their dominance in the fore/back battle

shadow crossed creek contrary to direction indicated by lines and perception