Day Number 31…
It seemed to be a good choice, especially with Halloween just hours away. Outside of Grass Valley. Some would say there’s a story here. Others a time for renovation.
Solace exists within reach, because most do not stand alone. They reflect a confidence of sorts. A tribute of duration decades over, where summer suns expose the vulnerable.
Little house on the weary. Was potential granted under bare skies where winds wave between shy stems of near blonde atop trembling terrain void of courtesy, omitted of condensation? Impressions are questionable, conclusions fanciful. This is the long sigh.
I’m not sure how to title this image. There’s backstory, but it’s lengthy. It contains a good amount of drama, some dark and overcast, which tends to carry furthest. Bringing this scene to life, after being robbed of life, was sincere. I’ll know whether it’s good, if I’m being honest or not. And here I know and feel, even after the fact. Murder or not.
Here Is Day Number 47…
Sneak Peak along Dusks Highways.
Here is Day Number Nineteen…
A Better Place To Play.
Sleep all day.
Almost a painting. Almost.