High up towards the nurturing Sun. Millions of tiny legs, biting, digging deep. The run is on...who will win?
Spreading fast. Conquering. Feeding.
Cruel life.
MyArtWindow
Finding the extraordinary in the ordinary. Mementos of a beautiful world.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
A Happy Place
It's a beach in the South of Vietnam I always
"go" to whenever I'm feeling blue.
It’s always sunset when I "get" there . Deep reds,
yellows and purples illuminate the sky and dance on the calm water’s surface.
I'm normally alone with the sounds and smells of the dying day. Sometimes there are people playing in the water. Lovers. Happy and content.
I'm normally alone with the sounds and smells of the dying day. Sometimes there are people playing in the water. Lovers. Happy and content.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Patience
A garden full of fruit. Thousand shapes of green. Cool shade from the beaming rays. I'm really far too early. Another week to Eden. Patience is not a virtue. Its hunger. Its longing. Waiting. For a taste so familiar...
Monday, June 24, 2013
Something in the ruins
I passed by this place today and was left mesmerized. But it wasn't
the house, or whatever was left of it itself. It was the way rich afternoon
rays changed color bouncing off each-other, while coming through the large holes, left where ones windows and
doors have been.
The reds, purples and yellows danced with one another fiercely, creating a beautiful spectrum. One that screamed anger.
Labels:
afternoon sun,
coastal town,
color,
light,
old house,
purple,
ray,
ruin,
Sozopol,
summer,
sunrise
Location:
Sozopol, Bulgaria
Thursday, June 20, 2013
A glimpse back in time
I have a "thing" for windows. Passing by the old houses in historic Sozopol I wander what stories are hidden within them. What lies behind dusty windows and tightly shut blinds? Was this ones someone's happy home, filled with laughter? My imagination goes wild...
Right now they look sad. Deserted. Bent under the pressure of times past. It's a different kind of beauty this...severe in a way.
An empty house is like a lonely person...They need love. A tender touch to awaken them and return them to their former, long forgotten glory.
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