Sunset? Sunrise? Light!
Sunset? Sunrise? Light!
Wandering at a high dike - busy cars on land left and right the white seguels at sea.. Walking down -steep- to an artificial beach covered under slimy plants and dogdroppings. Carefully stepping on slippery basalt blocks while looking up at the clouds "J'aime les nuages... les nuages qui passent... là-bas... là-bas... les merveilleux nuages!" Stopping thinking bout a tragic event that happend.
Watching the sun a passage from Plato came in mind. "[...] fear of death is indeed the pretence of wisdom, and not real wisdom, being the appearance of knowing the unknown; since no one knows whether death, which they in their fear apprehend to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good. Is there not here conceit of knowledge, which is a disgraceful sort of ignorance?" Its true its what i believe. How would those who watch this pic would know if its a sunset or sunrise? But its not comforting enough.
Want to touch the water but there is too much blackmud between me and the sea. Then the light of the sun changes into orange yellowgold. Its beams touch trough the graygold clouds the sea. (Like a girl before a mirror who cant believe her beauty touching her reflection)...
No! death does not exist its just a word. Our deceased loved ones are showing in all the beautifull things that exist and we must search and look for them and not close our eyes and soul.
I shoot this pic for a loved one.
Then i turn walk up at the dike blowing my cold fingers and whiping the mud of my shoes.