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  • For those times when I'm bored with this world, or feel it closing in on me with bad intent, I’ve made a world of my own; “Cedaria”, presented here as viewed by it's moonlight.

    I took this, it's an actual photograph. I had to travel the many light-years across the front yard to photograph the top of the cedar signpost of addresses next to the 'street' galaxy (that's in the neighborhood of the Twilight Zone).

    Whenever my world gets intolerable, like everyone else, I seek a refuge; a place to hide away from all that would do me harm. I never have to travel far, or look too hard, for just such a place is within me. That 'Twilight Zone' is my imagination, sustained by a creative bent, painted with light entering my lens, forged with my own heartbeats, and it is completely impenetrable by the forces of discord that surround us all.

    In Cedaria, I am the law, I am the ruler, I am the god. I have no subjects yet, as I have not yet decided to create any, but when I do, they will be endowed with nothing but traits that lift spirits, and never destroy or belittle anything, or anyone.

    My personal utopia, my escape, and one available to anyone that is willing to let their creative self loose.

    My hiding place.
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