An artist tailors what they can and will perceive along certain frequencies.
When I am inspired to capture photos, often some energy of presence beckons.
An artist tailors what they can and will perceive along certain frequencies.
When I am inspired to capture photos, often some energy of presence beckons.

The racing snail from “The Neverending Story.”


Momma creature with antennae fronds on left looking back at two kidlings play-challenging eachother to right in the sun.

As the sun ponders an asked question while bringing a cloud hand to its chin and a thought cloud to its head.



Me in early teens – the morph years, visiting family in Fresno, California.


See its hands and arms reaching for Dutch Bros (TM)? Its eyes in head at bottom middle turn toward us as if to say, ” Don’t you agree?” Sure! Sure! Yes if it makes you happy! Zoom…



Referencing previous crash photo, the driver must have taken the sign literally! Maybe a bus was coming…

Heard it when it happened outside.




What do an artist’s hands tell us? They speak of time weathered and fashioned by imagination and marks of strength from trials overcome.
Note in the web between my thumb and forefinger: a wedged cut from a slipped chisel stroke in my senior year of highschool while holding an item I was carving during an outside fire drill.
And more recently just above there is subtle bruising – likely from two days ago when I erected large chain link panels to prevent deer from gettimg into our front gardening yard.

The central crystal was based on my first crystal earring. It actually had a feather-shaped prism within it and was from my first Renaissance Faire in Hanford when I was seventeen.

There are tacos on my shoes…!

“You will love again…” From Song “A Million Stars” By BT ft. Kirsty Hawkshaw https://youtu.be/t_CHUPr4NwI

Replenishing raindrops ripple across the surface.

Me when a toddler.

Three blue borage sproutlings to soon grace our garden!


More chuckles…


Without my glasses, I thought at first that it said “Spectral Moisterizing…” and thought that was pretty funny – given what I had just posted. I could use a little help “from my point of view!”


Resting her chin gently on my leg so persuasively.


Like in the Birthday song, “And many returns…”- or in greeting goodbye.


Zoom in to see these fanciful lovelies!




Reference to the movie, Man Up.












Zoom for moon.