small path, a right of way, for me, to go down the back lane. it is all forget me nots, i wrote of it before. i had bought 1000 seeds, black and tiny, from ebay, wondered who counted them. he is a farmer, will strim them soon, so i gently pulled a…
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Meet The CitiZens ~ Adventure In Zenalnd
Read —> Through The Looking Glass – Adventure In Zenland ‘So What’s Next?’ I thought as I saw the caterpillar on the tree vanished into the smoke he puffed. ‘Does this mean I have more surprises today?’ Even before I concluded my thoughts, I heard an uncanny voice near the tree. ‘Oh my furry whiskers I’m…
Through The Looking Glass - Adventure In Zenland
Read –> Adventure In Zenland I fell into the black hole… I was filled with so much of wonder that I did not realize that I was falling into space beneath me. Before even I knew, I fell down with a thump. My head was spinning and I could vaguely see someone was standing in…
Adventure In Zenland
I can barely move my feet. It’s been such a long day that I can’t wait to get back home and hop onto the bed. All I wish is to have a holiday and some adventure to rejuvenate myself. After the busy traffic hours, I reached home only to see there was no power and…
. help came .
managing? knowing that it will come clear, gradually, carefully, piece on piece. they do say, a little help et cetera, they do say such a lot of things. help spurred me on to sort and tidy, categorise again. they do say that it is rubbish, yet placed in tidy piles, it becomes most attractive. they…
. equinox .
if you leave the boots to dry, the earth will knock off, neatly. there was a partial eclipse, the tides are high. he was a gardener. sbm.
. the little garden .
the frost came on the field as the light failed. later it warmed again. it is a small garden, that creates conversation, hints at a deeper soul. why mark your face with signs and colours, look straight on. look at the pleasure of a little garden. sbm.
.the comfort ..
not that one is tired or needing rest. this is words on the biblical sort. do you think now, or simply move on , repeating? the installation is changed, the description is many. these are the same twigs. repeating. sbm.
Cindy K. Green Orchestrates an Interview with I.B. Nosey
NOSEY: Greetings, cybernuts! This is I.B. Nosey, your official unofficial reporter! Today I’m coming to you from the music room of… Aack! *covers ears as loud drum noise beats against…well, his own ear drums* NOSEY: Hey! *Crowd of teenage chatter smothers Nosey’s outcry* NOSEY: Hey! I’m I.B. Nosey! *teens continue to yak and…
. yesterday i wrote of blood .
i wrote of blood, yet did not share it much. you may think we share our hidden thoughts, yet some remain. it is a pretty day, with a light frost and stories of the northern lights. we walked a while yesterday, he was visiting his sister. i came home, fingers bled. sbm. …
Like. A. Lightbulb
I’ve have received a lot of positive feedback from my recent “Like. A. Lightbulb” still photography series. It is such a simple set-up…three replica vintage Edison lightbulbs in a tall vase, backlit. Just goes to show that simple is best! Here are seven images from that series that I like the best!