Annuli and Sphere
A walk through the backyard can become wickedly surreal if you fixate on a small scene, as I tend to do. I call it mind-cropping when everything else goes black forming borders, leaving only what is essential in the frame. On September 19, 2015, I mind-cropped my way into an uneasy trapezoidal world of annuli, spheres and concentricity. Blooms fallen to the cool concrete became the beautiful undead, and the sun goddess danced libidinally for my pleasure.