Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.
John J. GeddesAnd not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now.
John J. GeddesI make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath
John J. GeddesI love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.
John J. Geddes