This is one of those times.
Tag: focus
paint chip vacation
whilst tripping through the polychromed portal…
Sonnet XVII- navel gazing
Gazing the navel will skew what is true.
Sonnet IX – Presence
The ache which seems will never go away, one day shall flee like so much cloud and mist.
Depth of Field
But look at the blur ~ beyond the focused flower.
defying atrophy 