the space between the fibers
nowhere to go
The waves are like a campfire, turning off the part of the mind that has to go somewhere, providing infinity in one space.
Photo by Kira Casey
tiny gift
dog days
contextmessages pt. VIII
Where you can find me
Harmonia's Dream
doodling (but listening)
evening cool
by Kailyn Hooley
lift
alone with the mountains and the trees
Peekaboo
the last supper
A gnat just landed in my ravioli. What a way to go.
curiosities
by Kira Casey