The rain has crushed the little yellow flowers to the ground. Mom calls them flags. The flags are trampled. The neighbors tree is yellow and pink and everything in between. When the sky is overcast, it glows like a florescent ceiling light and hurts my eyes ( Read more... )

There was no sunrise this morning, only rain.
The black sky shifted to a grey-blue,
and the rain continued.

the dark living room smelled of firecrackers. That means gunpowder, right? The odor came wafing through the open windows with waves of heat.
On the roof I was surrounded by the sticky sweet smell of insect repelent on little stuart.
Everytime there was a burst of light and color trailed down bellow the treeline, curtis said, "that was the grande

someday I'll paint the shapes in the water. The water picked up the white from the house, and blue from the pool liner. Sitting on the diving board, staring into the water, I tried to decide whether I wanted to jump in the water or not. The color and shapes in the waves was like an abstract painting, and would provide me my avenue to greatness ( Read more... )

3-d design was a blast today. Two rough models of our self portrait were due. I only had one done, and couldn't possibly finish another one, so I found a plastic container for beads (or something similar) stuck it on a paper rectangle and handed it to steve when he asked for the second ruff. He asked if I was jerking his chain. I said yes. ( Read more... )

Tuesday and thursday nights I spin in the hall waiting for dad to come pick me up. Windows are facinating. When light hits them on one side, and the other side is dark, they become reflective, but only a reflection of reality. The view is distorted. The walls bend and twist. An alternate world. All the shadows are see threw, so the picture in ( Read more... )