Pavlov and I went for a walk this morning in the woods by our place. There were some cool visual impressions and I even managed to capture a few of them.
I wonder how many millions of years this piling upon itself has been occurring?
Brave guy. It’s hard to get a sense of it, but he was quite a ways off the ground, and had went even further up.
Such a noble little man.
“This is art” is scrawled on the burnt trash bin in white.
Things have been this way a while, it would appear.
Palimpsest poetry. I believe I read “winter gives its last dying breath” and google chimes in with “blew away the leaves autumn left behind” which, on examination, fits with what is itself blowing away in face of the winter of time, namely the paint applied by human (presumably) hands.
I’m certainly curious what’s under the “free your mind” slab. Occam’s Razor suggests a Merkabah initiation chamber.
The brain jar with two closed and an open third eye and a mouth saying AUM is suggestive.
I love the image below. Doesn’t that look like a crane from an old Japanese painting? There’s a white paint bucket you can see on the ground in the next shot. I can well imagine that the “crane” was produced by splashing the paint upwards. Nevertheless, perfect!!! It even manages to catch their “bird knees”.
See? I think the paint splatter has better lines.
Even the picture manages to catch the very brilliant coloring of this heart on fire.
I guess those two trees are meant to be together, at least according to the vine.
Eyes peering through the complexity. Whose? Mine or the painted being’s? Both, maybe: it’s a quantum mechanical thing.
Returning homesies, we came upon a previous subject from another angle.