The top photo of blooming Amaryllis
morphs into an orb
(playing with Photoshop, which I blame on Lori Skoog)
and
the sunset morphs into an orb
and leashes, too.
Now I'm really going to get to work.
Really.
You?
xx
Life and writing, serious and humorous, old and young, past and present: it's all part of the fabric.
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke