My dreams are vivid, they’re bold and alive. The colors run deep, as they spin and they jive. Often they fade, to black, and to white, Others appear in magnificent light. Sometimes in shadows, or a dark silhouette, They wait as I cling to the fear of regret. One dream can splinter, into two, even three, I’ll never stop dreaming of all I can be.
Yes, my glass is always half full (non-alcoholic beverages, of course). And, as my sponsor says… it is also refillable. 🙂 I’m experimenting with glass over images and this is my first test run. The trees were shot at the old zoo today, and in reading a tutorial last night I was led to Image*After, which is where I found the glass.