I just noticed how the light of the moon seemed to be embracing the darkness of the tree sillouette. Moving around it. As if i caught them in a dance. A spin.
This snail came all the way from Indonesia. It was probaly a long trip. I wonder if she is homesick.
This composted sheeting was an accident. I like that kind of old cloth. The real kind.
A square could be made from smaller squares which are only a product of careful reconstruction.
She might be wondering who is this new beast. And so am I. ? .
