RoadKill Print

The outside, either urban or 'nature' always dissolves my social ego into it's own 'infinite presence; here, roaming into an urban piece of land just wrecked up and left out for now until a money incentive brings the devil's power shovel, positively speaking, yes just like a hunting fox would operate like. Walking slowly here, there, circling aimlessly, yet taking a shot as it is felt to do..without even more than an intuitive push; my whole being is now driving itself freely in a sense picking up images as he rambles over this autumnal shamble. Now that feel is transferred integrally, like it or not, turned on, alive behind this time frozen window, waiting for other 'selves' to float-in, get acquainted from the deep within.