capturing in prose
Roses are always blooming in calm, without intrusiveness, even when no one finds it. colours and fragrance are just a small part of it.
バラはいつでも静かに咲く。自己主張するわけでも誰かの目を気にするわけでもない。色や香りですら、ほんの小さな一部でしかない。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
A running water was telling the end of the small pieces of indecisive summer. Nobody could no longer remember that kids were shrieking with delight around the water. A new school semester has just begun. A season of playing with water was over. Because leaves of street trees covering pavements start turning the colour to be yellow.
流れ落ちる水に子供達の楽しそうな声が想像できなくなった頃、どちらつかずの夏が終わって街路樹の葉が少しずつ黄色になってきた新学期、水が嬉しい季節も終わろうとしている。
A contribution to A Photo a Week Challenge: Water by Nancy Merrill Photography.
When the weather is fine, everything looks fine, even if colours are missing.
天気さえ良ければなんであっても美しく見えるというもの。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
Always autumn makes everything gentle, light filtering through the trees, sound of walking with firm steps, or touch moving inwardly.
秋には何もかもがやさしく感じられる。光も音も記憶も。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
It was in a listening attitude with eyes staring at me. It seemed not so easy to catch it because it was on a branch 10 meters high. It should be enough prudent, different from me.
遥か頭上の枝の上でそれは用心深く聞き耳をたてながら、じっとこちらを凝視していた。
A contribution to A Photo a Week Challenge: Attitude by Nancy Merrill Photography.
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