moving ground

One of those days where I am just in time and space. Everything is moving around me. I am anchored in a feeling unknown and raw.

I never thought I would ever utter the words "where do the dandelions go" I am swept away by artifacts of the flower. More romantically put: there is a storm of white saints blowing enchanters of mystery . 

Some images from a humble funfair in the dark : friday 26 2010: Typically through my eyes: 

And then there was ...