Sometimes lovely reality gets in my way. When flower forms diminish color, Neutralize green, flatten texture I make the flowers go away. Sometimes light and color are the point .
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Nightlights (Memory) Her recital dress hangs half dead, forgotten on a mudroom peg. The dress remembers, though. Its sequins cast dancers on the walls when evening light falls like music at the window.
Look the Other Way (Estimation) The sunset radiated over-saturated magenta and DayGlo orange. Seeking relief for my battered retinas, I looked to my right and found black and blue peace. But the boats and one seagull found no respite here, and faced away into the wind, into unruffled stillness, dark …