The day was to go one way, and then a change, so now another, an open space.  I’m out early this morning, well not early if it were summer, but this time of year 6:00 is still dark.  The crescent moon is a cradle and stars are shining, winging my brain.

Mandala 

I oil my circle

of archetypes, prayers, gears.

Wind chimes.  

It’s almost Halloween. Ghosts, bats, witches, and pumpkins are flying about.
Egret in the Marsh of the Bay
Ivy meets rock; rock meets ivy.

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