I walk the shadowed edge
avoiding bramble,
ducking beneath bough.
When commotion
arrives from the valley
I’ll blend my form
with a sycamore trunk,
and wait.
Camouflage a mixture:
position cloaked
with dull fashion
and silence.
Hidden
Krater Café
Words and Images by Richard Reeve
This is a splendid lyric! I love the theme of cryptic coloration. Your graphics have an uncanny luminosity and definition.
So glad you think so… The artist Abbott Thayer spent a great deal of time studying
the optical effects of camouflage in nature
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I’ve made note of the name. Thanks for the reference. I’ve followed the link you provide and relish reading the article.
There’s a great pdf with about seven articles on that website on the contact page.