if I were the wind
I would live on the coast
I would invent waves
surging
on the hot sand
I would sculpt the dunes
I would lean the trees
people would love me in summer
and would hate me in winter
Archives par mot-clé : trees
#3003 simple news (5)
I searched in vain for the name of this tree, which I believe to be from New Zealand, but I am not sure. Anyway, when I saw a few of them in the undergrowth near the Marahau River, I could easily imagine how they could become characters of mysterious and magical legends in extraordinary stories as it would be easy to confuse them with the silhouette of a human being.
pressing the shutter release to take a picture and getting something else
I pressed the shutter release to capture the personality of the cacti: their funny shape always gives me the impression that they are little more than plants. But when I edited the photo, it was the tree towering behind them like a ghost that caught my eye. passing time
I will chisel sentences, like leaves on trees, placed one by one, like commas, between the emotion of their existence and vain attempts, I will place words on the passage of time