…I began with silence…it was simply there…that singular scene…and, yes, that bird…I was silent and still…and simply looked until time stopped and the invisible boundary that separated me and that bird seemed to collapse and disappear and we were locked-in in some timeless zone…and then I slowly aimed my camera and softly pressed the shutter…the bird flew away…just like that…and I quietly walked away…just like that…
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amazing photo
many thanks, Michele.
Agree with Michelle, one shot moment
thanks a lot, Joycelyn. yes, it’s one of those moments.
Welcome Virgilio
really peaecful and serene. Very nice.
many thanks, Corrina. indeed it is.
The disappearance of the invisible boundaries… these are the moments to live for. I can feel your finger pressing the shutter. Wonderful Virgilio.
thanks a lot, Chris. you are right…when we go deep into what we love doing, those boundaries dissolve.
Fleeting as our life.
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Wintry day,
on my horse
a frozen shadow.
Matsuo Basho
thanks a lot, Marcelo, for the short but profound comment and for Basho’s haiku…at some point, we will fly away from this earthly life just like that bird. at some point that frozen shadow will move once the horse moves…there is that movement…and every time there’s movement there’s definitely a change…there is that impermanence…as all things shall come to pass…and yet, as some say, there is the eternal now…
Wow, another work of art!
many thanks. much appreciated.
Hello Virgilio, thank you for liking some of my posts. I am very pleased to be reading yours, and how beautifully you capture the essence of that otherness, this Haiku moment is perfect, caught in your poetry. I look forward to reading more.
thanks, Teri, for the wonderful and kind words.