Lost and seen, but not found.
Ready to go. (You can’t tell in the monochrome, but that’s a green light.)
Light reflected off a wall or hidden messages or fleeting fictions. It’s all above us and nothing at all; we’re all just dissipating into the ether, unrelated, coming together, imagining ourselves in stories never, and always, told.
A disgruntled bird and a nonplussed woman. She had the right attitude, but I’m not sure I would have turned my back on him; he was pretty ornery.
Aren’t we all?
That’s Pomona, goddess of abundance, standing on a fountain. Until we forget them…the gods live on.
This photo is an old one that I redid in B&W for the first time. I think I’m still partial to the color (see below), but either one makes me want to go back and shoot some more.