Wednesday, December 12, 2007


S0 now: a bird, water, reflections, rambunctious light, and a tree. An aerial creature flashes its colors on a singular arboreal, waiting for, most likely, your gaze.
The undersides of the wings talk to the Red Spirit's orchid feather extravaganza. The water coupled with intermittent light presents a myriad of possible illusions. The Wolff is momentarily appeased.

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