I'm on the edge of glory... Not the Lady Gaga song, but the edge where two natural figures collide. The sand and the ocean... Where the water dances around your ankles and the sand crumbles like brown sugar. Sometimes the pair simply mix together, water and sand, and make wet sand, but sometimes they produce… Continue reading Mingling Edges.
Mirror, mirror on the wall... Who's the faceless figure standing dark and tall? Is it me, is it my shadow, or is it you? It's just standing there still, and I don't know what to do. I can't tell if this murky figure is frozen or just stuck. Its eye-less face is staring at me,… Continue reading Mirror, Mirror (Reflections)