Tilt

The Game never ends

when your whole word depends,

Even with the world off kilter,

always be visual satisfaction

~JE T ed Gardner

 

Left, up Brian Rd

From The Drive 120

 

Pandemic Reality

There's something solid forming in the air,
The wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing was there.
The wind is blowing harder now,

Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,…

Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.

~Genesis

 

Evening light in our Museum

 

November 2020

Lest we all persevere 

Weather at My back Door

Knock Knock

wet and windy

guess whats next

 

Back Yard Refelection

My Cave and back yard 

become one

 

Time to Seed

lifes cycle does not follow

the season

 

Evening of Grosbeaks

 

Witching Weather

Weather of The Winter Witch

2020...of course