“The midday sun is once again, making is play around, casting curious figures in all the shadows across each and every surface” Gun Roswell
Shadows of light
The multitude of sun light, casting so many shadows again, in the warmth of the midday plight, painting tall shadows to each and every surface there is to find, tell tale signs of a surprise, left behind, those curious figures for the mere mortals to admire and to figure out the purpose, if any, what was left behind.
“The tall shadows of a low hanging sun in the winter time look gorgeous, but scary too” Gun Roswell
The tall shadows of winter
First snow fell, heavily onto big piles, all over, the grey ground Not one single spot of dirt, or other matter, was there, to be found And as the sun started shining, on one slow afternoon leaving Tall shadows across the snow in its wake, making shiny sparkles Like tiny little diamonds, so gorgeous, that all those of us looking At them, could for a fading moment enjoy the captivating spell Of this one and bright winters day, after the long and cruel darkness Broken if only for a tiny fraction of time, and then feeling fine Almost divine, until it was once again, completely, and totally dark But even after the bright sun was gone, remaining only, was That one and hopeful spark, that one day soon, after the moon Had gone to sleep, the sun would come back, and then maybe, stay Forever, and then all of us dwellers could spend all of their days Counting the newly formed, and various kind of shapely shadows Sometimes tall, more often times short, but the hope of the light No matter if it was shining bright, was in their own hearts, forever
“They can only be seen, when the fog gets too thick on the highest of seas, the ghost ships of blue that is” Gun Roswell
Ghost ships in the blue waters
They can only be visible, when the seas are filled with the coolest of those solemn hues, the blue fog surrounding the waters and when the visibility is just a few metres. It is then when the ships appear, to their special spots all over the waters edge. In the colour of blue they are shrouded, and appearing there without any passengers allowed on board them. They are the ghost of the past and the future. Not of us, but only themselves, those many ships which had sunken without any kind of trace off of the face of the world and into the deep abyss hurled. This is not to scare anyone with their presence, only acting as a reminder of the dangers, of putting too much trust in clear blue skies and calm waters, and not taking enough precautions. For the sea is not a safe place for the unprepared, by two always remember to make safety first. But if you happen to spot those blue coloured ghostly vessels, well, better err on the side of caution and stay out of the water, at least, for that day.
“Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still” Dorothea Lange
Favourite Photo Friday
So many to choose from I don’t even know Where they all come from But I guess it is the how I am the only one to blame If some of them gets the fame This is what I chose this week Hope it is what you all seek