I stood in awe towards the picture, and there were no thoughts, just my heart was heavily beating. Is this a beauty, or a weed?
It is easy to talk about the symbolism now, but how to answer what should be done by me in the concrete? Should I rejoice over my pick, or weed out all the accidental shots?
What was recognized by you in the photo?
Is that the nutritive plant, or the pinch to the gardeners so to speak
At a moment I have a lot of time to think (I was going to the hospital when I took this photo).
Now I am browsing over my archives (my book of life) and asking myself : what for I gathered them?
While I was searching for the appropriate words to put down my insights, my smile unexpectedly left my face. Thus the cost of a wish to talk wisely was high, yet I have grasped once again that it's possible either to love, or to talk about the love. I could either enjoy my presence here and now, or involve in creation of the attractive musings. Thus I questioned myself, though it's obvious that two and two make four, yet was it worthy to miss lots of awesome pictures the unnoticed by trying to produce some wise sounds? So I understood the cost of the smile.
The thundering silence has many faces. Just look at the revelation of the dayfly.
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Current silence created this picture, yet I'm celebrating the freedom from my want of what I have not. You are welcomed to my blog art mirror to read that story. You will find this picture there too, yet it will look a bit differently because of the difference in backgrounds of my blogs. Hope to get your feedback.