No waiting / red rose / rust ladder

poet3

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No Waiting Poet

.

Blue door

blue door2

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The little red rose

on the blue door

has seen

better days

.

rust ladder4

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Rust ladder to the half-moon

This is not the yellow brick road

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Now playing: Chris Abrahams – Fluid to the Influence.

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3 Responses to No waiting / red rose / rust ladder

  1. Great. Like the ‘SNP NATO RUNNING RATS’ as well; perfectly ambiguous.

  2. aubrey says:

    Love the last photo especially; that molten gold color – perhaps an alchemist works there?

  3. They may well do. Perhaps on a full moon you can climb the ladder to beyond the stars.

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