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.
Ah, Miss Iris. I see you're looking well and your desires are lighting my fires.
Wild photos. Wild poemNothing sedate about them.
okatb-mission accomplished!kirk-let the wild rumpus begin! or continue...
The flaming oranges and red of the innards of the first photo remind me of the walls of some Colorado Plateau sandstone slot canyons.... lovely.