It’s all so quiet… shhht….
A moody photo to depict a moody day, where not even the shades dare to be harsh, or to scream out loud.
Muted greys and greens to raise up from the depths, where life has its own meaning and a unique timing.
The kind of day where frogs themselves shy away from being noisy, when one can only spot them here and there, like tiny periscopes, popping their heads out on the surface of the floating silence.
An almost still log, hosted by an irresolute lake– to wave him back or forward.
You can hear your own breath almost rumbling,the cracking of tired rotten branches, birds fluttering their wings waiting anxiously for spring to show up at the shore.
Moody days full of depth for the one that fully lives and feels them.