Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Through the meat-grinder & onto the scrap-heap

Last night I dreamed about my first visit to Seattle. The weather was stunningly wonderful, all flawless blue skies and painfully brilliant sunlight and impossibly clear air. That was several years ago, now: probably the last time in my life I was ever purely, perfectly happy.

The weather was like that again today; it hurt my eyes to look at it, and hurt the rest of me to remember. I'm hitting a point of saturation and disgust, with fractals, with myself. I'm not sure whether I'll be able to keep doing this post-a-day for much longer.

untitled [to hell with pretty spirals]

2 comments:

Karla Z. said...

This looks to me like an extreme closeup on some kind of tidepool event. (I enjoy it!)

Mr. Velocipede said...

Thank you! I ended up liking the picture too. It has a kind of gritty, sandy quality, so the tidepool idea makes sense.