whatever is rattling around my brain that makes it out my fingers. may contain bad poetry, decent photographs (all mine unless otherwise noted, and therefore copyrighted), yoga rants, and general silliness.
maybe when illusions combine they camouflage. Your pic #2 is awesome. loveNlightGabi
gabi-or maybe when illusions combine, they disintegrate, leaving a truth.
I know that's not a lava lamp, but that's what immediately came to mind.
kirk-yeah! bubble, bubble, toil and trouble...tag-or delusion.
I love not knowing exactly what these pictures are. Water, leaves, light. We're all made of mysterious stuff. And it's all illusory and even more so when you try to pin it down or take pictures of it. As Michael Jackson said, "This is It." But then he never told us what 'it' was.
kass-it's the mystery that gets me. wanting to have everything named, locked down, tided up and in its own box is the death of creativity, inquiry, and wisdom.at least, that's my story. i'm not sticking to it!