The Monoprint Class At The Visual Arts Center Of New Jersey In Summit, NJ, That I’ve Been Attending

As Though Burned. Rain-Washed Street Tree Stump and Fungi II, 9/6/2017, Maplewood, New Jersey. (Fuji XP point-and-shoot, flash on, Photoshop adjustments--b-w version overlaid on color version.)

rosa.

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god bless the late bloomers.

A chorus line.

@namk1

Ten thousand miles

Between us

Threads of photons

Connect us

Streams of heart words

Inspire us

Unsought blessings

Enmesh us.

@soulreserve

My Australian Muse and I are reading the words of you and sealanehill to each other. She stops and says, "Oh Adam, I think they're like us". I don't really have anything to ask, but I think it's worth saying.

aww <3 thank you for that.

Well, I am learning a lot from @sealanehill and it’s a friendship I enjoy.There is much musing involved, sure :P

Easter Monday In the silence of this Unexpected storm Spiky daffodil leaves Thrust upwards Green exclamations In the fast-growing blanket. 4/2/2018 Maplewood NJ

Yellow rose, Wytheville, VA, 8/19/2017

Sky-gazing on Halloween.

Digital Play #4: Late Autumn, 12/09/2017.

Parvati

I see her from afar, Sitting alone in the early day, Tracing gossamer thoughts And hearing the whispers Of her heart. Her muse is the One Who is not there, The One who is Inaccessible, Yet whose presence Is so real that He stirs the deepest passion Of her womanly soul. Thoughts shape images, Murmurs, words And she sings Of smoke and fire, Incandescent and all-consuming, Of drink so concentrated One sip intoxicates. I listen, taken by her music Toward her heart’s Center, Hoping for invisibility, That my presence not Disturb her muse, Hoping to be unseen By her consort, Shiva, Should he return While she is in her Bliss. ©sealanehill, 2017 For @soulreserve