Building in Den Haag, originally uploaded by ghostmonk.

Standing at a busy intersection of a major city, allowing the light from the bright-red flashing advertisements to assail my retinas. What goes through the minds of each tunnel-visioned pedestrian as he or she scurries through the crowd?

The cacophony blur of roaring motorists trickles through the mind. Brief snippets of cell phone conversations, emergency sirens and the general din of the city shivers through my physics. It’s a rogues gallery of pungent meat vendors and inconvenient beggars. (more…)

There are hidden worlds in spectrums of blue that consume phantoms in tired ceremonies. Memories of giants playing in the forgotten wilderness float in the mist like funeral pollen, and the urgent want falls dormant on slender tongues . There is sweetness to the flourish, a gentle creeping that enraptures minds of sorrow.

A wet slug, with tittering tentacles, whinnies like a stallion before mounting a rock to stretch out its silken skin and absorb the atmospheric moisture.

Here is where brilliance is live saturation, and depth is a slow touching mineral glow.