What, sleep with the fishes?

Or cuddle in the anemones?

I showed you a fossil I found a few weeks ago.

Since then I`ve mounted it for display.

Mind you, this is not a gallery display, but one for my own yard.

Good Evening. It`s always a pleasure to read your comments.

Here`s some of my true poetry.

These images mark the end of a day, the end of a time, the begining of a new night. The dark days of the past are shown in the multiple repairs in the fence. The spirits in the bottles through which many dreams were concocted along with the cocktails of despair, have gone with the wind & hopefully the mended fences will hold. A neglected one never will. I keep fixing the repairs & hope to one day banish even the fence, like the dissipated spirits in my mind. The harshness & spikes of doubt are gone along with the spines of guilt for things I have no direct knowledge of having done. That`s one reason why cactus blooms are so important to me. From gnashing & cutting of needles & pikes the underlying beauty of the blooms overshadows the darkness of the beast. With me the beast was always the bottles & the needles. In these shots I see the light through the bottles whereas in the past I only magnified my troubles when looking at them through the bottom of a glass. Many years have past & don`t you you think the fence looks good.

Thank you, & the feeling is mutual.

One of my water fall projects, part of a property project with three sets of falls & many thousands of square feet of building work.

BTW, the work project I`ve posted over the last month is now completed as I passed city inspection today. It`s a great feeling, but now I`m again out of work.
Off to my next project though.