Light returning after the storm abets, the flood water recedes, revealing a cobbled path

Images of the shifting sun leaving imprints of nostalgia at the spaces occupied and left behind.

The roses have moods. Here they convey sadness of the winter, the wilting season.

Clouds unfold like gigantic mushrooms, their silent dramas play out across the sky. My restless dreams ride them, fly through their dense volumes.

A sound of sorrow, lanterns hanging over wilderness.

The wobbly sea sends sounds of wrath. The wind is howling upon the waves. Nothing is in sight but for the resounding ocean and the towering waves. How long will the night be in this winter and rain? Implacable, the elements of nature working in league against man