I wrote this when I was younger

O, Esther was a couth one alright and o, to keep her gruntled was Fred's first, last and in between. Thus, advertently, didst there emerge a newly kempt and ruly youth. O, behold his countenance heveled, and lo, behold his soul now traught.

Reminder of city life coinciding with the recent full moon

A yell of desperation, possibly of anguish, maybe of delusion - perhaps it's just a full moon outside. I don't know; I don't know how to feel it inside. The city seems uneasy.

6 x 6

Up Anderson Road, Winter

All of a sudden I can't upload photos....

reflections of (7 x 5)

tiny scape sunset (6 x 6)

6 x 6 - revised tiny scape