The myst separating the here and now from the there and then has grown thin. Sometimes I capture things that are very disturbing. At first glance this is just a hot house with a bird house hanging in front. But take a moment to 'see'. The first thing that struck me was the birdhouse. No opening and no perch. But hiding just below it and in shadow there 'it' was. Waiting for someone to enter.
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