The smoke blossomed and died, the shortest life cycle we had seen.
Read MoreIt’s all just smoke and bones she said. I turned to respond but she had never been there.
Read MoreReflected and ephemeral.
Read MoreFading like smoke but I shine like a star.
Read MoreCreating patterns from chaos to enable the chaos inside to subside.
Read MoreCreating patterns from nature. Imposing order where none belongs.
Read MoreRitual patterns in the grass.
Read MoreThe sweetest flower blooms in the darkest of nights. December 2018 Photography, light painting, digital manipulation
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