Albert Herdianto Widjojo
After the rain falls every day and news about the floods starts to appear frequently, that outpouring water from the sky then stops falling. The last rain was six days ago, precisely last Sunday.
Three days ago a light drizzle dropped briefly once, slightly made the leaves wet but not giving anything to the roots of the plant.
The photo above is a puddle of water left before disappearing absorbed by the soil last Sunday. The black and white photo above is the answer to my “feeling of debt” in the Friday Black and White challenge.
A falling leaf and ripples by the wind in the puddle seemed poetic to me and reminded that the story of our lives actually was like all events in this world.
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Do we need to conduct evaluations and reflections upon our life’s journey throughout the year to this December?
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Yes
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No
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I think black and white photos are cool looking. Yours looks cool! Looks like a painting.
Thanks, LaJenna. Your praise has made the puddle unwilling to be absorbed by the soil.
Very good photo even though I do not like black and white photos
Hmmm… Enjoying everything available is quite pleasant, dear friend, even if it’s just black and white like life… Hehe…
That’s what I agree with you my dear friend
Looks like we have a lot in common, my friend.
Hmm … it’s a cool photo …
Sometimes I reflect, sometimes I don’t … lol
Thanks, dear friend.
With those cute troops, at least you should pray for them to succeed with their mission, and evaluate your steps with them, right?
I’m generally the servant behind the troop … who is whose troop is still unknown :p
Jika Anda lupa, bayangkan saja itu seperti bola dalam pikiran Anda.
Geez!!! Without realizing it, I write in Indonesian, I mean this;
A beautiful capture Albert. I reflect every day and more so it seems in December.
I’m sure you did well Carol because you really know what you have to look for in life.
That makes for a great black and white Albert. I don’t look back in December but all year long.
Yep! That is great, Kim. To reflect every day along the year. But who knows, there is a kind of kaleidoscope muse for the year to pass.