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North Country Color Maine
Minolta MD W.Rokkor 24mm f/2.8 lens on Sony A7
resonants
* so you're right there.
where?
there; right there.
aandd...
also there, is she.
sooo...
wanta know what's going on with her,
try asking.
ookkkayy...
um, hi - i was wondering if...
you too?
so - wondering, i mean if...
sure - i'd like that, yes i'd love to go, but...
right now, no - I need to sit &...
sure, you can, have a seat, here - this ok?
now...
fine. thanks. ready to go now?
you don't know just how much i've wanted...
really - you? wow. great.
let's do this again - real soon. * 12/21 - lebuc - resonants
Bathing in the moon light in color this Caturday
My digital art using gimp.
No new news
Regurgitation has reached
A fever pitched frenzy
Firing from every side
Every angle played; panic put
On full display, blood on hands
That have long been stained
Chaos the order of the day
Degradation reigns, plaguing
Plugging away at what shreds
Remain of peace
Of mind poisoned
To divide, space
But not enough air
Hey how about a trip
To Mars? How far
Is too far? I don't think
It far-fetched to think it
Might only be the start
Never have I ever
Prayed so hard
To be wrong
Crises Vise
Haven't seen the beavers in awhile, but Still on guard duty.
Claw dreams
En confinamiento - Barcelona
© 2019 Oscar Alcañiz - Please, do not erase this text if you reblog this picture
Washing my hands on the sweat of my beard
I bite my lip and step forward into the living second:
The shadows fall deeper into the week now
The asphalt holds its summer sercrets
The planes overhead leave amber melodies hanging in the sky
The carpet of aluminum on the east lot breaks free of its damp restless echo
The sun shines brighter but lowing to the horizon to drink of the milk of earthly stirrings
I'm afraid of the approaching winter
I'm soaked in August's red nectar still shocked from the relief of spring.
The plague has still not lifted
And my love has still not returned*
September*
A peek and a sip