Essence
I catch the essence, of the moment, aroma and vibrance, in the morning sun; a rose before it blossoms. Then I stay there and linger,...
A Breath
A breath today. A moment away. Becomes a breath not felt, on any day. Now another breath’s longing, grows impatient, and constricts, in those same...
The Chasm
Sadly Insignificant. Bravely Iridescent. Traveling at the speed of light. Too fast to capture. Too small to notice. Directionless but bound up, by little elements...
Shortypman
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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