“Being empty is like a vacant house. An unlocked, vacant house. Anybody can come in, anytime they want. That’s what scares me the most”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
What lies.
Behind closed doors.
Silent screams.
(Empty street, Mechelen)
*Shot with iPhone 5, edited with mobile Snapseed, taken in middle of cold empty street, written on WordPress app for iPhone*
Sometimes the answer is right in front of us.
All day*, trying to think of another double photo.
And (t)here, on the wall, at work.
Ping(back)! I found it.
Good night fellow #photo101 classmates!
* Whilst working very hard, obviously.
This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
“This life’s dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.”
― William Blake
This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
“And when the worrying starts to hurt
and the world feels like graves of dirt
Just close your eyes”
Lyrics from “Shut your eyes” by Snow Patrol
this is post 29 of 30 for NaBloPoMo
the drum beating
the cross leaning
the cycle waiting
a choice approaching…
this is post 2 of 30 for NaBloPoMo
“Love this water! Stay near it! Learn from it! Oh yes, he wanted to
learn from it, he wanted to listen to it. He who would understand this
water and its secrets, so it seemed to him, would also understand many
other things, many secrets, all secrets.”
From “Siddhartha” Herman Hesse
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