297-365
In the 365-doldrums. One pic at a time back out. Was going to do a indoor staged one but the sun and warm is too nice to miss.
This one run thru cross-processing and 60s-effect of Flickr effects. Like how the stiffness and stillness of me and the antiquing is at odds with the cycling and movement in the background.
Ooh, and sometime today someone tiptoed in as the 2500th page view of this blog.
frowning poppies'
ReplyDeletefrond leaves
disperse the prickles
seeing the sun
ReplyDeletethru them —
feel it in myself
thunder reminds me
ReplyDeletethe sky is a bell jar
[posted for sandra]
mist on glasses
ReplyDeleteseagull tilts his open mouth
you re-contain yourself
the lump in my throat
ReplyDeleteI produce an apple
[ooh, nice one]
ReplyDeleterainy day sports
sink the red billiard ball.
thunder cracks.