Tuesday, August 14, 2012
It is a strange morning in Limori. South End is full of things I don't understand and can't describe yet. There is some line crossed, some violation, some reckless step has been taken that is going to change...everything.
The picture is a tree trunk. It has given the moth a place to hide. If you look at it long enough, you can see a sleepy eyed owl in the bark, it's head half turned to look at the moth, its beak ready snap it up.