ORANGE STAR

Saturday, August 18, 2012.  I didn't know what to make of this bright little bag hanging on the fence in front of this weed tangled lot.  Is it optimism in the face of the steady onslaught of the decay behind it?  Is it lost?  Was it dropped on the sidewalk and rescued, put up so it's owner might find it more easily?  Is it the dream scape of the pensive white faced girl?  Maybe it was someones spontaneous act of kindness, bringing color to a dull tableau.

WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

January 28, 2012.  Three discs on a gray expanse.  I am refelcted in the silvery surface, glowing with the rainbow colors.  The roadway is now more than what it is, it has become the matter between stars, the connection from one system to another, my pathway.