Even between the sticky tar-colored sea and the crusty sky the color of cinders, there is freedom.
タール色のねっとりした海と燃え滓の色のかさついた空の間にも自由はある。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
Mostly Monochrome Monday #347
Tag: Photograph
Lens-Artists Challenge #291: Cityscapes
I’m not sure why they say Yokohama blue but surely it shall be blue, probably not because of color of water, color of sky, color of people nor color of culture, but Yokohama is. As usual, someone is joging at a park next to the bay. As usual, a lot of tourinsts are dis embarking from a cruise ship. As usual, people are visiting there for weekend shopping. Even after a hundred years, nothing has changed. One very small difference is that I am part of the city.
Lens-Artists Challenge #291: Cityscapes
Mostly Monochrome Monday #346
I wonder if the soft shine of the tip of the tree swaying in the wind and the vague shine of the metal reflect the same sunlight.
風に揺れる木の先端の柔らかな輝きと、金属のぼんやりとした輝きは、同じ太陽の光を反射しているのだろうか。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
Mostly Monochrome Monday #345
You may feel like there’s a great place across the path, but the person who just passed in front of you may not even be there anymore.
この小道の向こう側に素晴らしい場所があるような気がしていても、たった今あなたの目の前を通り過ぎた誰かすらもういないかもしれない。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
Mostly Monochrome Monday #344
If you get lost in this path, there may be no way to escape, but it’s also possible that you want to stay there.
この小道に迷い込んだら逃げ出す方法はないかもしれないが、そこにい続けたいと思う可能性だってある。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
