running, returning...

as I find my days becoming home-bound, I return to observing the life of the compostables...

I am reminded of Pfahl and his seductive imagery.

I am hungry for watermelon and rain.

I am trying to afford this and that.

Ah, the life of the picture maker. Money talks.
If I could only extricate this frog in my throat...

Till then, I'll have to make due.