Thursday, January 24, 2013

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Monochrome Monday

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

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

On the road

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


Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road, 1856

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Monday, January 14, 2013

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Repose

Watching night and tide coming in.

Friday, January 11, 2013