"march.three"
I always feel like I am going into a rut and then I pull something out of a hat that I like.
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Links, Sausages, Bacon, Grits
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beyond the floating bridge10 years ago
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Whistle While You Lurk....
- John M. Mora
- Bellmore, New York, United States
- Might as well type like a mon.key.
5 comments:
Never did understand why people de-flower thier lawns of dandylions....
I love the top one best. 'Specially the cherry colours. Love your new profile pic too.
I missed your blog while I was busy...
Trees made of light.
Light into trees.
illuminating.
I understand both feelings exactly! It always makes me think of an old Ken Brown cartoon of a freaked out driver, white knuckled hands clamped to the steering wheel where the shift lever settings read - FAST - SLOW - CAREEN!
These two are beautiful. I don't believe you have ruts. I have really enjoyed your manipulations of Cory's shrine. Very collage-like and textural.
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