Baby go tell Dad:
Death, the sly playful monster,
Sitting on my chair.
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Everything and everyone, including the invisible, leave shadows. I am obsessed with these shadows. When I catch them, we sit and have dinner.
Reflections of shadows
I assure you, I am not always standing close to the edge, four floors above the ground, sober and contemplative!!!
The reflections of a sombre thinker lounging out on a high place, or the shadows of a psychotic youth who’s lost in daydreams.
At dusk, the village farmer returns a long way to his house, to his family and to rest his tired body and soul!
A cute timid chameleon. A few minutes ago, it was brown. It really did not want to be in the spotlight, unlike some attention-seeking pretenders we know.
Standing a foot from the edge four floors high… totally at myself.
It was threatening to pour, but the sun was still shining brightly… from my cottage hospital veranda.
A crappy lens fails to do justice to a quiet city night life.
Sometimes, there’s no inspiration to write and life feels gloomy.
I feel bad a crappy camera cannot do justice to a sunrise over standing at the edge of a loveliest meadow.
It is greener than it looks. Thankfully, some still appreciate a green earth. Hoping my backyard becomes a living forest teeming with worms, snakes, panthers, eagles…
A crappy lens can’t accurately show the wonders of every distinct evening sky in the countryside.
I really was in that state of mind… Went for a camp retreat for destitutes seeking Christ.
Are these cows being used as beasts of burden happy? Would I rather it be children carrying the farm load?!
An attempt at showing graphically how some go through life -low and dropping even lower, gathering totally unnecessary weights.THEY SAW SHADOWS AND TALKED EXCITEDLY ABOUT IT
I Feel Shadows 