My week at in the Urbino Valley of central Italy came to an end. There was a thump to the floor and the rhythms felt bold. They made this sound. Tiny pebbles dance like ash smashing through fire flies hitting the aimless darkness as the valleys show partygoers how to echo their desires […]
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Flipping light A long streak of white moon slides drops of silver on to a hairy earth. When a sly street lamp scatter guns neon candy it bounces off unsuspecting geometric symmetric random roof tops. Neglected horizons fall in line for sunrise. Everything too tall to beat to the bird song Is painted orange. […]
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Walking home, jilted, one late summer’s night it is a delight to stumble upon these tree stumps from Brazil and further a field. The roots carve into each other and infinitely bend into twisted curves providing a mesmering road to nowhere for the eyes to follow. The chap I thought was more than a […]
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