misty morning

“Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy“

tulipas in the winter... still

I missed shooting with my “old“ digital camera and a bit of colour on a grey day

Simply a rotten quince…

“Afar, beyond the borders of my mind,

Tired, I utterly find

An age forgetting to be kind.”

…to collect my fantasy thoughts and emotions.

A short trip to Valencia in the full summer heat. The white structures against the deep blue sky fascinated me.

Strolling along the small river in Emerson Valley

Botanical

you wait in patience

stillness. the poem alights

a bird on your hand

Continuing my "Anatomy of a tulip" series