curves

strange attractors

winds that swirl in curves

quiet times and pyrite

starlight sun so bright

the dark side of the moon

sparkly water foamy waves

grey or turquoise blue skies

shadows more than two-dimensional

taking chances carefully

while a scream echoes in the woods

silently amidst the stardust

silver rain and the bullrushes

tomorrow, pure gold

i wonder if the earth's music is baroque

forecast

clouds

and snow like six months of it isn't enough

which way to Florida ?

playground perspective