The Bride Left Behind

the bells pealed



and the carriage drawn



yet no one's there



but the lone flower



waiting for her groom

My New Beetle

It's yellow...





... and small. :)

Shooting Boy, Shooting Toy

We grow up but do we really outgrow toys? Or we just settle for bigger ones?

Let loose the child within.

The Sky's the Limit

Reach for the sky. If there's a will, there's a way.

True Colors

Imagine yourself dropped in a neon world.



You look to your right and you see a different psychedelism. (If there's such a word.)



You think it's now normal that you see all in one color.



But then it starts to shift again when you turn around once more.



When all the while, this is the reality.