Loud music & loud colors straight up.

Color, shape, texture...smell, feel, taste...

A solo poppy popped up one fine spring morning. I decided to take a closer look.

The break of dawn after a day of snow & ice. The moon was bright, just 2 days past full. The air was cold, still & silent. There were jewels everywhere.

The sun was setting & the colors were bursting, dissolving into one another. The sky was a rich layer cake of vibrance. It all happened so fast.

A pontoon boat ride at the confluence of the Menomonee and Kinnikinnick Rivers. A Samsung Galaxy on the "wrong" settings and what? Thats the North South Freeway & my wife's polka dot dress.

Like steam in a vent I have floated through the MET since ancient times.