To learn something new.
A different form of catharsis.
To be able to share how and what i see things.
To be able to better express myself and thoughts.
To capture something. To freeze it in all of eternity.
To preserve something that is special and have it till
the end of time...
Maybe this little bit of a prose would help me explain better.
A cold morning.
Deary, yet, with a hint of blue.
Listen carefully.
Hear the sigh of the wind
as it whistles cheerlessly through the trees.
Movement.
Snap.
A sunless noon.
Yet with clouds ever so threatening,
looming over the faceless crowd.
Passing by all that is beautiful,
A fallen leaf,
A drop of rain hanging on till the and at the very end...
A trail of ants.
Everyday marvels and miracles.
Snap.
The clouds give.
The sky turns blue.
Just with a hue of red,
as the sun, heads west due.
Wind swept and sculpted,
the trees and clouds dances as it has always been,
through eternity,
together with the siren song of the winds,
whispering like they always had.
Snap.
End.