The long, quiet garden scene seen from the car window, the small flowers picked in the garden, and the sky that I have seen over and over again are all images that slowly burn themselves into my mind. The images appear fluid and hidden, slowly seeping into the mind. What appears to be a missing White spot is not a void, but a place where the image will rise again.
The long, quiet garden scene seen from the car window, the small flowers picked in the garden, and the sky that I have seen over and over again are all images that slowly burn themselves into my mind. The images appear fluid and hidden, slowly seeping into the mind. What appears to be a missing White spot is not a void, but a place where the image will rise again.