Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Bogs are purple and green


They have split-trunked trees, beset by fungus and Labrador Tea.




Welcome.  A green bed in a purple room.




Cedars are regimented and intolerant.  Under story not allowed.




This last one is really two, a velvet couple entwined, standing, dancing, reaching for light.  They'll topple together like drunks, laughing all the way down to a landing soft, damp, green and purple.



No comments: