Night lights

Sunday morning abstract: Tenant Use Only

I’m looking through you.

Temperance Street

A day at the beach stretches to years as we realize we cannot find our way, all that is left is the line between worlds once the worlds themselves are gone.

Happy Hallowe’en to all the whacky little aliens out there! Especially the ones way out there.

Fade

Seating arrangements at the end of all things.

On the beach.

The attendant night.

Sunday morning abstract: a golden harvest.

The approach.

Firmament

Winged things.

Bird and boats and a faint horizon.

A glorious firmament over our mundane errands. Don’t forget to look up (but pull over first).