Modern art exists in everyday life.

(note: photo is of a bolt securing a light pole to its base and was shot from directly overhead. Color is true)

A buoy tethered in a turbulent
ocean of indigo colored waves
breaks the silence.

Magnificent sounds bursting
from the huge pipe organ
cudgel me sensuously.

Sunday was so foggy it was as if
the landscape had been masked out
with liquid frisket.

Rain causes the bumbershoot to blossom.

Many small stones
can be found within a
mountain of words.

I looked out my window this morning
and cried, because the blinds had
sliced the sky to ribbons.