morning sun colors the shores gold, pure honey ~0~0 crushed-shell sands soft in morning walk,  perfect gems ~0~0  ...

he   walked  backward,  while    i walked  forward,   walk(ing)   afar,   looked         back,  i   checked  his   side(ways),  whil...

                                                                      Touch of Evil In his rumpled cigar chomped suit,  Orson stares do...

      stepping stones one pillar a day, bridge of salt ~0~0 helping hand brings the summer sun, amidst rain ~0~0 ...

clear glass window stoops over city's freeway where cars and trucks rumble and sprint like ants on brown veined leaves, undern...

                                                                              Puddle , 1952, M. C. Escher There is a silent forest b...

young woman pares fruit fast and quick,   skilled vendor ~0~0 grey haired man  bites watermelon, grinning boy    ~0...

i walk in the warm breeze of orange sunset the roots of the maple tree follow my trail over the serene park and green fields the l...

stillness of water, ordinary everyday, leaves shine as gold gems  ~0~0 simple joys dazzling as sunset, weary eyes ...

the sun rises  behind white splattered clouds like dry sands etched on beach sky in the pale light cars and trucks cross the famil...