This is my entry for #monomad challenge by
I'm waiting late autumn and winter.
In my town ice, water and sun can create special painting.
It is a pleasure for the eyes.
I catch visions from other worlds, and my imagination can fly high.
We could be in some nordic place.
Sighing clouds, lost in the memories of a faraway spring.
No colors... only a deep blue sky (obviously black in these series) and a games of rays, like the breathe of woods.
In this season the power remain inside the plant, but energy is still alive. Energy is getting stronger, in silence.
Like us, doing something boring: life gets focus inside us, waiting for a new swarm of thoughts.
An implosion, to prepare an explosion of new hope and intents.
A bounce into the cold, waiting to go up again when heat comes again.
A meditation, inviting us to stay in present time, in an suspended joy...
...with only hints of smiles.
Where is force, colors, leaves? Absence is the very strong presence.
This wood is like a fallen frozen comet, waiting to die embracing light.
An invisible starship going down in cold field.
Death does not win, death won't win.
A waterfall of light has spreads across the valleys...
... rolling donw through branches. The beating of the lymph slows down, waiting for the a new wind who unleashes the forms again and again.
A vessel sails through the deep night of the soul, between a dark old world and a new shining world.
Flying ice dropped lost by stars, to exercise our fidelity to hope.
Sweet meloncholy, like Tao symbol: the light gives sense to darkness, and darkness shines because of light.
Pictures taken with Nikon D800, 24-120, F4.
25.11.2015