He crept in unnoticed, except for a change in the air. A few more days, and the year's late carnival will be in full swing. Cool sunlight through webs of mist, to hush the reds and yellows, and dismiss those who can't stay for the season of bleak beauty and reflection. Words & Ph...

A shell echoing with the song of who I was before I got lost in a maze of streets return journeys legions of shadows driven by want or need. Clusters of shells rattling jangling cavorting downwards and out of sight. Words & Photo by Roger Ariis © moodypaws More original art...