States of Mind


Wet snow. Abandoned discards wrapped as humble gifts. Meaningless.

Hole in Fence with Bicycle

Wet snow. The mundane, the abandoned, the discards all wrapped as humble gifts. It is one of the most quiet times, each thing in its new decoration has a new life, a certain visual beauty that causes contemplation, a search for meaning where there is none, it is not abandoned childhood. Much as I might want it to be something more it is after all just a bicycle in the snow and a hole in a fence.