spring - in its finest regalia...

bursting through a cosmic wormhole, ferocious and beautiful, the first of its kind...

what mysterious creature emerges from the black hole...

find space to breathe...

stow away...

veins, whiskers, heart - anatomy of the green...

mothership...

light up the darkness...

follow in the footsteps...

air of mystery...

intergalactic fireflies, dancing and darting between comets and space junk, on their way to anywhere...

how shall we quell this mutanous rampage... i, no longer captain of this vessel...

the birds, their cords with the universe vibrating a concerto of trumpets and wings, return to us... harbingers of spring...

purr-fect timing...

keeping the flame...

 

 

 

 

The obsession with the tea pot of wonder must come to an end...  time to start actually using it as a tea pot...

 

 

magic comes in all shapes and sizes... open your eyes...

her eyes widened as she peered into the antique shop... "what do you see?" they asked... "wonderful things..."...

stare too deeply into the hypnotists eyes, and beware the mayhem which may ensue...

a reflective moment, one of many, in a life of pure abandon...

and now for something completely different...