What lurks in the shadows of Belle Isle? Kids… a gaggle of neighborhood kids merrily trick-or-treating like a Gary Marshall movie...

Night air....street light glow.. The little moments, Imbued with the traces of all you are... softly shining threads of the fabric……that...

Swimming in reverie…. Crystalline warm breezes, performing from my whole soul….and roses…Huge, fat, velvet lipped and languid, drowsing,...

The light is changing, bringing a lovely golden hue to dappled afternoons....bathing brisk breezes with a sense of festive expectation...