Our bare life
unadorned with
weekend trips, graduations
and ceremony

existing only in
the Communication
that is its existence.

It is uncluttered, ethereal,
concrete, surreal,

and free.

On my way to get coffee this morning, I came across these things.

A man spotted me taking a picture of the drawings. He asked me, “Did you make those?” “No, it’s to show my daughter,” I lied. I didn’t bother trying to explain you.

Walking past the local nursery/plant store last night, I couldn’t resist taking a couple shots of the beauties behind bars.