Cynthia E. Wood:
Smarties
Cynthia E. Wood:
Uh-oh. Looks like the Imperial Margarine girl had a run-in with a meat cleaver disguised as a butter knife.
Cynthia E. Wood:
...and then it all started to become clear.
Cynthia E. Wood:
At first I thought I was seeing things...you know, things that weren't really there
Cynthia E. Wood:
Travel bugs
Cynthia E. Wood:
Prison chair
Cynthia E. Wood:
Beckoning
Cynthia E. Wood:
I see a light
Cynthia E. Wood:
Shack
Cynthia E. Wood:
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Cynthia E. Wood:
Individualists
Cynthia E. Wood:
Through the looking glass
Cynthia E. Wood:
"...it occurred to me that light was just a fragile space hollowed out from darkness" ~ Boomer Pinches
Cynthia E. Wood:
Come hither
Cynthia E. Wood:
Place of Refuge
Cynthia E. Wood:
Before I broke my big toe
Cynthia E. Wood:
Twinkle toes
Cynthia E. Wood:
They paved paradise
Cynthia E. Wood:
Ring my bell
Cynthia E. Wood:
Ding ding (alternative focus)
Cynthia E. Wood:
Silly puddy
Cynthia E. Wood:
Emergence-Sea
Cynthia E. Wood:
Land's end
Cynthia E. Wood:
Crest
Cynthia E. Wood:
The high road, the low road, and the road less traveled
Cynthia E. Wood:
Love story in two frames: I
Cynthia E. Wood:
Love story in two frames: II
Cynthia E. Wood:
Follow the leader
Cynthia E. Wood:
Seascape for a superhero
Cynthia E. Wood:
Alien abduction
