Drawing a day - 151

With a hull of fragile bones.

Drawing a day - 150

Friends, we resonate with the lightnings and other signals targeted to us. Deep in the caves, boats kiss the flames, swaying in peace.

Drawing a day - 149

By the power of the mountains, how deep do the valleys go. I can feel the world being pulled under my feet.

Images fighting back (Kyoto XXVIII)

These are already old now. The flowers bloomed and withered. But the scent still lingers. The day in Arashiyama is past, but the images are fighting back. The place still exists, detached from motion and sounds.

Memories safe and sound.