The make-believe worlds of flowers:

subtly magical.  Like the dream-time of lizards.  

When you don't quite know what

the object you are looking at is?  Step back.  Take a photo and ask yourself gentle, "what is?" 

What would you think of Mondays

 if all flowers were only in the hues of gray, black and the the occasional white?  

Let's consider

 a blue umbrella's relationship to early evening.  It is not a conversation of silence.  

Not hidden

but not in plain sight.  So where are we?  How do we know what we are seeing if the mind be preoccupied?  

My father gave me a love of walking.

I look at these ducklings and am reminded who grateful I am for a lifetime of walking.  My mother?  She gave me my love of reading.  Practical life lessons, for sure.  

Welcome

to my world.  Can you swim in the depths of the unconscious?  Join me.