I take a ton of pictures.
Sometimes I’ll take a picture and let it simmer – so that when I return to it, if I return to it, it has a different meaning.
Such is the case with this picture – taken randomly as I was walking up to the driveway from the house.
It has no meaning, whatsoever, but it feels deep and dark so it inspired something deep and dark.
“… And those with gnashing teeth”
And all the frights of Festivus,
circled ‘round the lot of us..
As smoke filled up our noses….
And fire lit up our eyes…
And on the horizon,
was the reason why
all the magic was
ever written…
Then glitter fell from the sky
While howls in the distance
reminded us why
we were still alive…
And of course,
as chills ran up our spines,
we refused to go back inside..
Waiting for those with gnashing teeth…
Tribe Of Flannel 