post petals with frilled edges, pale ones, vivd ones, petals with calyx still attached. they had all clung for a moment to the bricks of the wash landing, but in no time at all they were caught up in the stream again and melted into the mass.UncategorizedApril 3, 2021
post i have tried insofar as possible to avoid getting involved in the sordid complications of human beings. i have been afraid of being sucked down into their bottomless whirlpool.Photo JournalNovember 12, 2018November 13, 2018
post do they greet each other, through the gaps between those water molecules which bleach their voices white? in some mother tongue of their own, another whose meaning eludes me? or do they shake or nod their heads, without a need for words?Photo JournalNovember 3, 2018November 4, 2018
post So that it seems the place I flee to is not so much a city on the other side of the world as further into my own interior.Photo JournalOctober 29, 2018
