An ever swirling

breeze brushed the open window

while animals stared

Cara dreamed of the day

her new home would finally

be built; not for long

garden of titans

was just too blasphemous thought

Jim as he cast vote

one last walk in the

sun he thought as the eager

me prepared the rope

remember when cheap

sunglasses forced people to

see the world this wayit takes a day to

experience what a TV

can only show us

for my friend lemon

on a day where I could not

imagine his skill

I choose to follow

no prescribed path without a

love prescription

along the tops of

ideas I am often

saying nevermore

another frame of

clouds and blue sky because the

author likes these shots

Cara and the Noodler

Turned me into a doodler

no more pink today