Wall Thoughts, Dec 31

Over the top we go.

Into a new time domain.

Stripes

Guiding the way.

To where, I can't say.

Among The Unknown Country

Take two steps north, turn left, then spin around.

Have lunch. Look at the sky. Anything there?

Lost In The Wednesday

Call it an excuse.

I'll take it.

Two-Dot

One here, one there.

I can count this far. Easily.

This Way Out

Of where?

That. Is the. Right question.

Sunday Dec. 25

Quiet here, but.

Colorful if you look deeper.

Colors Of The Day

Red, black, and nothing else.

Staring us in the face.

Blue Friday

I'm dreaming of a day off.

Unplugged, to kick my catnip habit.

Year Drain

Things are swirling.

Headed for that black hole.

And Today Is...

National winter begins today day.

Even in Canada. Which we hear is not that far away.

I Remember This

Or something like it.

Once upon a time.

Mmmmm. Warm.

I remember that.

At least the colors.

Color Decay

When it's here you don't notice.

When it's gone you can't remember.

Blue Saturday

Cold ground.

Warm memories.

Life In The Wall

Stucco and paint. Drab and faint.

With a few tweaks it reveals that it aint.

It Could Be Worse

And might be.

But I'm not paying attention today, so buzz off.

Preview Of Tomorrow

Like I know anything.

But maybe...

I Dreamed I Was Asleep

And I almost was. Snoozing, actually. Quite pleasant.

Then the cat came to wake me. Dinner time. Must go.

December Monday

This looks depressing.

It isn't. I am.

Rats Are Empathetic

This is not an image of that.

Or of anything else, much, really.

Doorway To Saturday

Just like the exit from Friday.

Seen from the downhill side. What can I say?

December Lights

Less asphalt.

More color.

Gray Thursday

Shows a warm heart.

To those who seek it.

I Don't Care

Not here. Not then.

Not there. Not now. Not anywhere.

Tuesday

Twos-day.

Counting up from one you get here pretty soon.

Pause To Gap

Stop. Stare. Fail to see.

That's here, that's now, that's me.

Hi-Bee

A cracked bee is a happy bee.

Back in the shade where things are more laid back.

It's A Screamer

This December day. Been out walking. And.

There's craziness in the air, my friend. All over.

Blue Dark

I see it, back there where the black should be.

Resting bluefully, content.

Chomp

December takes a bite. November disappears.

In an instant. Magic or mystery? Who can say?