Saturday, August 29, 2015


What to you hear when you pound your head against a wall?

Bunk. Keep it up and you become a bunker.

Or paint a racing stripe on it. We don't care.

Thursday, August 27, 2015


What's up there? Besides stuff?

More stuff? Or less? Stories?

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Two View.

Look once, look twice. No one cares.

You still don't see it.

Sunday, August 23, 2015



Leave your pen light at home then.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Sun Hole (With shrubberies.)

Kinda bright, considering how dark it is.

Interesting though. (Tingly too, especially in the middle.)

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Blue Hole

Where I grew up, they called them flower petals.

Around here it's blue holes. I get it, sorta.

Monday, August 17, 2015


Painted on a wall.

Yet still happily flapping.

Saturday, August 15, 2015


It Came From The Garden One Morning.

Full of color and sun.