A photo series of bugs I found in the forest near Dromore Castle.

A photo series of bugs I found in our back garden.

Tubes of swirling colors, I always start with color, I mean swirling. Death doesn’t apply here, its too warm. Life was warm, and now its twitching on the floor. Metaphors run rampant in a world separated from anxiety. Philosophize about that one, eh? Repetition seems to be a curse on this our dear world. Dear [...]