All I Have to Do Is Dream

Even in my dreams...

... I am beginning to wonder...

... which direction the stems of reality grow.

If any of my viewers notice any repeats of my photographs in Vulture Culture, I would appreciate it if you let me know! My e-mail is listed under my blog's description.

Kissing the Lipless

There are no borders between us.

We are all children of flesh, tooth and nail.

We are all dreams scattered on the thrush of the forest floor.

Gotta Be Somebody's Blues

Funny...

... we try to make amends...

... after we have already lost something.