Blumwurks Tapestries

Unique cloud.... unique me. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA one | Matthew Blum

Sunset on the pier Saint Petersburg, Florida USA and yet another day closes | Matthew Blum

Despite my tireless efforts, I just couldn't get a smile. Madison, South Dakota USA tough crowd | Matthew Blum

Taking me back to my days of Calculus and Static Physics. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA complex convexity | Matthew Blum

Dreams are realized by building a life centered in balance and harmony. Madison, South Dakota USA feather and stones | Matthew Blum

I see you. The beauty, the detail, the calm. Yet, the unknown component, A circling, swelling blur of conflict. Deep within the pod you inhabit. It grows and dominates, Strengthens and overcomes the stillness, Upon each failed attempt for release. It invites fuel, Traps energy, From its enticing, stormy eye. I await the inevitable expulsion. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA the tempestuous calm | Matthew Blum

...true release can only come from within. Maplewood, Minnesota USA seeking absolution | Matthew Blum

Once told, it grows and entangles far more than imagined. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA lie | Matthew Blum

Jumping spider on a sill. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA damn your eyes | Matthew Blum

Care and Encouragement are essential to the positive growth of humanity! Saint Paul, Minnesota USA nurture | Matthew Blum

The whole of everything begins at the core. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA summa | Matthew Blum

Madison, South Dakota USA barriers | Matthew Blum

5 minutes from now i love you Whether as slow as a tortoise or fast as a hare 5 minutes from now i love you Though, at times, I cannot see you 5 minutes from now i love you Whether wind or rain or snow or fog 5 minutes from now i love you Though we may grow weak and stumble 5 minutes from now i love you And as the persistence of time, My ghost will travel on. The road is forever. Madison, South Dakota USA forever road | Matthew Blum

Saint Paul, Minnesota USA escaping the darkness | Matthew Blum

A pine cone amid a beautiful blurred backdrop of pine needles. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA the needlework curtain | Matthew Blum

Still life of an antique pocket watch and a bone. Contemplations of a life half past and what lies ahead. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA half past life | Matthew Blum

Saint Louis, Missouri USA the matrix | Matthew Blum

Saint Louis, Missouri USA the early pioneers | Matthew Blum

Chicago, Illinois USA rapacity | Matthew Blum

Minneapolis, Minnesota USA thought bubble | Matthew Blum

Madison, Wisconsin USA gravitas | Matthew Blum

Saint Louis, Missouri USA warp | Matthew Blum

The early morning fog engulfs these beautiful creatures as they roam the field. Madison, South Dakota USA the graze | Matthew Blum

Some things just cannot be corrupted. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA pure | Matthew Blum

A beautiful scene of Lake Superior. Duluth, Minnesota USA the view | Matthew Blum

I stand alone balancing rocks As the boy who once raised blocks. Simple shapes, that toddler stacked Mine are aged, weathered, deformed and racked. Lake City, Minnesota USA child within | Matthew Blum

Weapon's check. Cannon's at the ready. These baby's are ready to blow. Like the Sherman Tank, This one's referred to as... "The Honeysuckle" Saint Paul, Minnesota USA the arsenal | Matthew Blum

The morning light was taking over and the darkness had, once again, been defeated. Ford Parkway Bridge, Minneapolis, Minnesota USA the darkness retreats | Matthew Blum

A minimalistic photo of two agates and a flower. Plucking petals...she loves me...she loves me not...what will it be? Saint Paul, Minnesota USA she loves me not | Matthew Blum

A view of the bottom of Saturn V. Onward and upward.... Kennedy Space Center, Florida USA destination unknown | Matthew Blum

Our walls protect...our windows set us free. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA brick and glass | Matthew Blum

Saint Paul, Minnesota USA the delicate | Matthew Blum

Minneapolis, Minnesota USA naive | Matthew Blum

High above the First National Bank building, the birds fly free. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA wings over Saint Paul | Matthew Blum

i do not spin because you tell me nor ill-fated fame and glory. instinctive, yes. part of a larger plan, perhaps. obligation, never. you may find purpose in my trapping methods. "down with mosquitoes!", the resounding chant. i create, i build, nothing more. my brethren might find me mad as i them. spinning for a mere snack, a place to call home. where is your automatism my fellow eight-legged beasts? erase logic, accept discovery, face unknowns, then crawl back to your overlooking lair and note how you've altered your universe. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA the invisible architect | Matthew Blum

Underneath the railroad bridge. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA add name here | Matthew Blum