Dragon Spirit Over Temple Art

A human portrait
A city skyline at sunset
Walking into a workshop, a clean, but well-used work area with low light, I see beams of light from an overhead source, perhaps a high window, with motes of dust floating around in them, between me and a straight-on view of a woodworker's workbench with a vise mounted on it and some random tools laid out from a job just completed.  I see many tools hanging on the wall behind the bench, and stored underneath.  A long well-cared for handsaw, a brace-and-bit, several different sizes and styles of wood chisels hanging in a rack together, a couple mallets and a good framing hammer, and particularly, a large well-defined carpenter's square.
Raised fist
Sleeping cat
Magical baker girl with cupcakes
A mysterious librarian
Cyber mall hangout
Single bird on wire
New York City
A roaring lion
LOVE LOVE LOVE
A singer hitting a high note
A giant kaiju monster
Wheat field with distant mountains
New York City
New York City
A village festival
New York City
Happiness for sale
The sound of Om/Aum
Galloping horses
A person working from home
A whale breaching
A classical sculpture
Haystacks at sunset
A bat hunting moths at night
Venus holding flowing fabric
A musician with guitar
A futuristic cityscape at dawn
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood.  Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown.  So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path.  All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter.  I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows.  Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn!  Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond.  I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
Sunflowers in blue vase by window
Construction workers as cylindrical forms
Childhood home remembered
Guitar player with newspaper collage
Pasta with fresh herbs and parmesan
Cat in quantum box
Childhood trauma recalled
Dancers in rehearsal
Dancer in crystalline fragments
 I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. 

do this without words in the image
New York City