capturing in prose
Sky was gray and no gentle sunray. All of sounds was absorbed into the wetland and the time never flowed at hand.
いつか忘れられた土地を抜ける湿った風は静か。
A contribution to A Photo a Week Challenge: Landscape by Nancy Merrill Photography.
Made of metal, wood, stone and a leaf.
This is the place urban dwellers lives.
Made with metal, wood, stone and you.
This is the place you belong to.
That’s why you can’t escape from yourself in the city.
都会人が住むその場所は、金属と木と石と1枚の葉でできている。
帰属しているその場所は、金属と木と石とひとりのあなたでできている。
だから街から逃げ出すなんて出来るはずもない。
It was exceptionally fine. The sky was blue like a summer day, a plenty of sunshine and the wind was warm. I found some seagulls were relaxing in line. Of course, I was like a buddy of them in the sunshine.
In Brittany, the winter is a season of rain. This is the reality.
ひだまりで並ぶ鳥がなんだか懐かしい。ブルターニュの冬は雨の季節。
A contribution to A Photo a Week Challenge: Opposite Weather by Nancy Merrill Photography.
There’s no big difference in clouds on our planet. It is always made with air, water and a lot of imagination.
この地球にあって、それぞれの雲に差して違いはない。それはいつも空気と水と想像力で出来ている。
A contribution to A Photo a Week Challenge: Clouds by Nancy Merrill Photography.
So, it is a Christmas time. You have a lot of reasons to enjoy a meal, to taste a good wine, to treat to dinner, to walk a twinkle street, to buy something for your family, to talk to friends, to laugh a lot, to think about a far place and to smile for someone.
もう寒い冬だというのに誰もが笑顔でいるような季節なのだろう。
A contribution to A Photo a Week Challenge: Christmas Memories by Nancy Merrill Photography.
