Aftermath

Everything is different. And everything is red.

Devastation

The meltdown of of inside and out,  I would think.

Baby Parrot

Primitive, child-like, that first inspiration, the initial contact, amateur and slow, the baby parrot flaps his wings.

Summer Ending

Back in Utah, working again, the summer slips away like Eurydice from the grasp of Orpheus.

Vortex Unraveled

The tension is gone and so is the energy.

Vortex

A vortex is a whirling mass. Maybe a whirling civilization too. It can be a beautiful thing seen from a distance.

Holding Light

What we all try to do if we are able.

The Fall

Winter is coming, and so too, I hope, is our collective redemption.

Raining Blood

On this planet and in this country it is raining blood.

Blue Moon

A lightening storm prevented me from posting yesterday. I did want to celebrate the Blue Moon even if it is a day late.  So this is moon, storm and celebration all in one.