Many times,

I imagine writing words,

As simple and moving, ...

“I may look frigid,

But don’t worry,

I won’t freeze. ...

Sunrise, as they sleep.

You, in the garden,

Lost to time. ...

You’re strange.

Why?

Your tears don’t drop....

Have you ever woken up

To find the world upside down?

Don’t feel bad, you’re not alone. ...

Fading images.

Evaporating dreams.

Morning is here. ...

Yep, it’s a gazing fish with an open mouth. And it reminds me of those teenage years long ago when I used to gawk at girls with ...

Colorful.

Wild.

Beautiful. ...

Me: Live here with me.

You: In this tiny, narrow house?

Me: Yes! ...

Perfect lines.

Tangled, confusing lines.

Translating eyes....

Looking down.

Staring at nature’s enormity.

Feeling small, in awe. ...

Susanne loves caramel donuts. It’s one of those things she eats rarely, but when the opportunity is there, she gets excited. Finding a donut ....

Tree trunk: “What do you see?”

Tree trunk: “Not very imaginative this morning, are we?”

Me: “An old piece of wood.” ...

Don’t park here,

Or think to come inside!

Everything is closed. ...

There are times when Susanne gives me a picture that leaves me guessing. What is it? Where did she take it? I usually ask her, but this time ...

Dad is over ninety now, but still active and alert. A few years back, he planted a small orange tree in his backyard. At least that’s what he ...

I’m scraped and worn,

Waiting,

For the key you hold. ...

I like getting old,

Living in a village,

The countryside close. ...

Sometimes I burn,

Glowing red all over.

Anger, love, jealousy or hate, ...

Why are you crying?

I’m not.

But I see teardrops. ...