capturing in prose
まるでアルプスの春であるかのようなその花畑は、そのネガティブな側面をとかく指摘したくなる人に言わせれば、単に都会の隙間に忘れられた農地のかけらである。
The field of flowers as if it were so called Alpine meadow is, in someone’s pessimistic view, a fragment of a farmland forgotten in an urban city.
my second contribution to WPC:Place in the World.
When I was a school boy learning how the world was working, paddy fields were my place of the world and then soon a wetland in southern France came to be a place of my yearning for after reading a novel setting in Camargue. It didn’t take so long time to decide to visit there to see the world. It still looked enough simple like a connect-the-dots communication but, spending a hot-blooded decade, suddenly I learned the world was so complicated and life was not so easy. My paddy field is now just a parking lot made with black asphalt and I’ve never been to Camargue.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Place in the World by The Daily Post.
Nobody wants to live behind barbed wire. There might be exceptions but I believe those thoughts are sort of politician’s hallucinations. Though it is unlikely that all of the lines have divided our planet will disappear, at least, the trailing vine seems to be taking the place of the metallic wire.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Unlikely by The Daily Post.
Probably it would have been just a messy and poor picture if I took it without aim nor idea because the object was a nameless wild grass flowering next to white walls for a construction area. However I found it. I felt interested in the white shapes, sharp lines and fluffy circles, then I decided to slant my camera to bold the line.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Lines by The Daily Post.
What’s those roundish stuffs?
All I can do now for WPC at my hotel, 5600 miles far from my home town, after heavy meetings is here.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Prolific by The Daily Post.
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