Flatland has a hereafter. The aged arrow, ghostly in appearance, is destine for dimensions that are unknown and unknowable in Flatland.
I had a nice walk today. This tree caught my attention. I wonder how the bark assumes its patterns.
I came across this little statue in a wonderful shop. They sold plants. Off a ritzy main drag of a well-to-do town, this shop took me back in time. The entryway was just like any other store. Once inside, it was a tunnel of greenery. I saw this little figure on an out-of-the-way shelf, way […]
It must have been post Thanksgiving guilt. One sees things depending on one’s mood, frequently. Or at least I do. I was on the way to the store for some slimming products when I noticed a leaf on the ground. It wasn’t so much the leaf that caught my attention, but it’s shadow. There it […]