In other news, as i attempt to appear less inept at trying to meet deadlines, this is the second photograph promised for each week till i am once again abreast with my pee 52 peers in our submissions.
In my futile attempts to capture essence and story instead of colours, I humbly present to you “Trapped”.
What would Autumn be without the traditional colours that Autumn catwalks in.
I tried to glean more from the shot besides just the simple colours; the void the stared back was unnerving.
This shot is specifically to annoy the Host, nothing more.
Yes dear Host, that blue sky you see is REAL.
These days all I see of the outside world is the road I walk to the university and back.
Taking the time just seems to get trampled ever lower on the ladder of life.
These shots are somewhat a reminder to myself to take the time.
ex 52.8
Sandstone shades on an afternoon day. I thought this would be the photo for the week.
But Autumn had other things in her bag..
The real 52.8 Autumn’s bag.
As I listened to sunlight whispering nonsense, 52.8 strolled by.
I prefer this picture over the other. Something about the colours, about the story.
On ANOTHER day, I was marauded by tiny joyous monsters..
52.9 The Zoo.
“Don’t work with animals or children” they say.
The lady’s face seems to agree infinitely.
But some of the best energies in a moment comes from these cretins.
Nothing you can really do about it.