“Sun and glassy buildings do not go together, there are flares up there!” Gun Roswell
Looking up into the skies
Narrowing my eyes
From the blinding glare
The sun’s bright flare
The warmth on my skin
And the feeling within
Nature’s awesome beauty
Makes me wanna boogie-woogie
“The chairs are leading upwards, towards the skies perhaps? Or at least, to the above floors of the house” Gun Roswell
Ever Upward towards the Clouds
The stairway either with a banister or not, made out of metal, stone or wood, leading the climber ever upward, unless they are on their way down. But mostly the spectators interest lies on the way towards the skies.
But to what kind of end? What could possibly be the goal achieved in getting here? Why would one want to get ever up higher? Are they trying to reach the skies or something else, somehow similarly compliant?
Maybe they are looking for some hidden treasure? Hidden on top of the low hanging clouds, which the skies are some days in shrouded?
What of the fact that it is a cloudless clear day? Would it serve any kind of purpose in trying to get up there, without one single cloud in sight? Doing the upward fight simply out of spite? Just because it is there, the stairs?
Whatever the reason might just be, for those whom a higher ground might just seek, even if a tactical stance in mind, it does not matter, as we don’t need to know, as long as we can wait for them back, here below.
“Just like Lego’s, the modern houses are built” Gun Roswell
Building blocks
Sometimes, adding plenty of colours so bright
Sometimes, they just stick with plain black and white
Building blocks for modern homes, several stories in height
In just a few weeks time, the parts will be assembled
As soon as the trucks arrive, the workers start to rumble
The barren construction site, soon beginning to resemble
A place for people to live, for a short moment or even longer
A place to call home, with a family, or just alone
The work finally completed, the workers are now seated
Admiring their handy work, taking pride, even if it was just a while
And everything was done, from ready made blocks
Which the companies still have plenty of in stock
And soon enough, another neighborhood will be up
Similar but not quite, to this already built site
Posted in Photography 101: Solitude & the Rule of Thirds (Day Five)
Poetry, Photography
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds” Percy Bysshe Shelley
Open Windows
Open windows
For all seasons
Ask for no reasons
You just won the bingo
Just step in
And let the party begin
The Daily Post Photo challenge: Ornate
Forget about subdued and restrained. This week, let’s embrace the breathtakingly extravagant.
“A lot of designs are grounded in history even though they tend to be clean and not overly ornate. The sculptural form is often historic. If you come to our exhibit, a lot of things will look familiar” Ellen Lupton
Ornate, The Natural History Museum of London
A building
Filled with beauty and history
A home to many a -logy
Botany, entomology, mineralogy
Paleontology and zoology
You may bump into a dinosaur
But don’t worry, it will not roar
Explore the various galleries
Where many of Earth’s memories
Are housed
Public engagement and education
Plenty of research and curation
The Darwin centre with specimen
The Attenborough Studio for conservation
Plenty to choose from
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
“I actually had to use Industrial Light & Magic to remove lens flare in a couple of shots, which is, I know, moronic. But I think admitting you’re an addict is the first step towards recovery” J.J. Abrams
SL-Week: Flare
Looking up into the skies
Narrowing my eyes
From the blinding glare
The sun’s bright flare
The warmth on my skin
And the feeling within
Nature’s awesome beauty
Makes me wanna boogie-woogie
Rantings Of A Third Kind 