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The
Art of Photography
Raw
Poetry in the form of images
A series of moments stolen from time.
The faded moon
When the night is dark and there's nothing you can see. There's yet a shadow of light behind the covers of the night sky. Like the void of the universe captured in a frame. From where all is born, to where all goes. It is here and now. A reminder of your soul.
The window
The stories that the windows and the doors tell
are never heard, never said, never told
The roads hidden in trees
All the trees
And the pathways that lead
They lead me
Somewhere unknown
Somewhere far from home
To find new homes
To live new adventures
To in lay in bed and wonder
Why am I really here
Beyond what's seen
Beyond what's known
There are mysteries
Mysteries to not be solved
What beauty
To wander and be lost.
More coming soon...
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