On the turning

It was on this solemn date
In nineteen and fifty eight
Just past midnight I joined life
And if I could have only knew
Of the speed at which life grew
I'd have avoided all the strife.
—holden klass

A bird in the cloud

It's always nice to see a bird in the cloud. Floating not flapping.

A Face in the cloud

a face in the cloud

here’s looking at you my friend

he spoke to the cloud

—holden klass

A cry for help

It's a cry for help. "How did I get here!"

Strange Character

Once again, while riding my bike, another strange little blob of something embedded in the asphalt got my attention. If you look closely, there might even be a second or a third face in there. Weird.