the ink

this is Puppet Lady with the dripping ink fresh off yesterday’s flower. when day old flowers shut down they drip. and that drip is like an ink the color of the spent flower. and what ever sits below that flower well it bares the evidence of that ink. it comes with the territory…


6 thoughts on “the ink

    1. John Hric Post author

      That train leaves every night during bloom season. Sometimes it is the ink. Sometimes the departed flower collapses on the bloom next to it and prevents the new bloom from opening. Let us pour and reflect…


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