Sweeping cobwebs from my soul

Blue moon...

Perfection....

Success in the night...

Fog and filligre....

Dreamcatcher....

Sparkle, spangle....

Many years ago when we lived for a while in rural Vermont.

I used to spray disused spiderwebs with silver paint and catch

them on black paper. Trying to capture the ephemeral and lock

it in a moment in time, like anchoring dreams, moonbeams or

stray thoughts orbitting shooting stars. Success was doubtful.

Yet, I still have high hopes....


Well anchored...

Titania dreaming....


Miss Havisham's parlour....

Homebody................................ Diamondmine