Omnium

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Magnificent Seven.

* Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Mr. and Mrs. Crow are non-smokers.

Now, look at that, darling.

Imagine a Panther
on this side of the bars.

Trees and shadows are still real, Fernando.

Derry, Bogside, July 1985

Coldness makes
smoke creeping in the horizontal.
Any similarity to any caste system is merely coincidental.

Blue Moon.

Why are there trees I never walk under
but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road, 1856

Synchrony - unintentional.

Finding its way through the poplars.

Watching night and tide coming in.

Thalatta!