Stacked rebar against a temple-like building where a woman can perennially be heard chanting.
Brick: walls, stacks, piles.
Skeletons and sky.
Dormant dragon embryos.
Monsters three: shadow, stone, flesh.
Giant cauldron and hovel.
Fowel-guarding dog near second large cauldron.
Missing their fourth.
The Wicked Duck of the West must have been buried under the rubble.
Strawberry-scotch-tinged flower clusters buttery in the late afternoon rays.
I have, at last, stumbled upon the butterfly pavilion.
Stretching butterfly inside glass hatchery.
Metamorphosis finale, one last cling to golden cocoons.
Insect among mango blossoms.
Goats in... halter-top, er... martingale... brassieres...?
More kinky goat bondage, complete with carabiners.
Why yes, you /may/ finish my cucumber.
How thoughtful of you to ask!
Sunset at... sunset time.
Well now, /that's/ a coincidence.
Sing the moon electric.