...serenity of mind...

Sulphur Tufts on dead wood
Originally uploaded by Tommie IJsvogel

Mr. M. Schreum, anonymously gathered with his fellow recoverees on the southern stump behind the hill every Thursday night. They shared their hardships, a few snacks and at the very end a great big group hug -- his favorite. It almost made him glad of his troubles. Almost.

closed

Originally uploaded by finsmal

That place that starts out wide open, welcomes the world. It's a place deep inside and yet accessible to all. In the beginning.

It grows and becomes stronger with age; sometimes with love and other times with strife or sadness. Sometimes it takes shelter to protect itself and sometimes it even closes up completely. It's tough to open up again.

If we're lucky, a thief comes by unannounced and cuts the chains open in a torrent of love. And if we're even luckier -- we learn to unlock it ourselves...

waterscape

FOVICKS III
Originally uploaded by jbushnell

Her body lurched in her seat as the torpedo hit and glanced off the side of the boat. At full speed it was barely staying ahead of the improvised artillery their fomer captors were shooting at them. As she looked behind her into the rushing water she could scarcely see what looked like comets falling, the bubbling white trails of matallic munitions. Their pursuers followed a short distance back, their aim hampered by the dark, the storm and the wake of the boat they followed. Now she looked ahead and hoped they reached the safety of the harbor before it was too late...