Thursday, July 07, 2011

Stone #57

In my bedroom curtain, that I was sewing, a small dead fly fell out. Deep teal sheen under wings of sheer grey symmetry, vacant gaze of compound eye.

2 comments:

  1. I found you in the 'river of stones' - I love the depth of observation in this, this fly was 'seen'. :-)

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  2. Thanks Susannah. I had taken the curtains down to sew some sunblock material onto the back when the dead fly fell out. It was a beautiful little creature.

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A Pulsing Imagination - Ray Clews' Paintings

A video of some of my late brother Ray's paintings and poems I wrote for them. Direct link: https://youtu.be/V8iZyORoU9E ___