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| Old willow on Wascana Creek © SB |
Under the bridge next to the willow,
spring scum churns
to contours, then opens
through an eddy to float
free of any shape.
The current catches and it twists
again, contracts, expands.
A face, a figure, flowers, legs.
A Smurf, a dragon, nude.
Raw umber, ivory foam.
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Consider these a test of perception — what Rorschach might have used instead of ink blots if he'd lived near this creek. What do you see?
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| Foam Swirl — A © SB |
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| Foam Swirl — B © SB |
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| Foam Swirl — C © SB |
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| Foam Swirl — D © SB |
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Love the pics--a kind of spring Kama Sutra.
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Thanks, Gerry -- it's a good time of year for odd things...
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