there’s something
about this picture
the different prints
on her garments
the fact that she’s
reading
when it feels
as if it’s dusk
her cane
it looks
old worldly
until you see
the trash can
with the plastic
bottle bottom
sticking out
it’s such a
contrast
but it’s
beautiful
Photo: Nikita Samokhin
Unsplash
Picture from: Pixabay
This photo reminds me of Orwell’s, 1984. The utter starkness of it, the terrible color. The big black shadows. The people spaced at strange distances, some almost statue-like. It’s creepy. The color drains the life from the picture and it brings to mind asylums, or government power and disconnection. A place where terrible things happen in cold and unhurried ways. Makes me want run the other way and start a group determined to tears the building down and get rid of the evil that lurks within. LOL Foreboding to the point where you can almost hear the creepy children’s choir singing, “Aha aha aha aha aha,” in the background. “Two and two equals how much?” *
*From Orwell’s 1984
Last night’s storm clouds
My daughter was in her car when the storm rolled in. She took this through her window with her cell phone. Cool, isn’t it…love those dark, charcoal colored clouds.
Glass Orbs
I think we are each like a glass orb and because of that, everything we see is distorted, according to our size, thickness, origin and hue.
Rethinking Life 
Written
on August 31, 2018