The sun does not switch me on : 無料・フリー素材/写真
The sun does not switch me on / HyperBob
| ライセンス | クリエイティブ・コモンズ 表示-継承 2.1 |
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| 説明 | The garden is supposed to be a place that you can enjoy. The light, the colour, the fragrances, are all supposed to elevate your mood. Make you feel like life is worth living, but when the black dog bites, all creation sings but you cannot hear a single note. Even the phone when it rings does not get answered, and the doorbell is ignored. You say strange things like “I don’t want people to see me.” When the sap begins to rise from root, to stem, to branch, you remain frozen. When the golden crown to the crocus braves the frosts of spring, you remain colourless. When the whir of swans’ wings beats the air, you remain motionless. When the song of a blackbird serenades the wild wood, you remain silent. When the sun in all its glory kisses the seashore at dawn and dusk, you close your eyes.There are dishes in the sink, there are bills unpaid, and you buy two for the price of one, because no money is coming in. You very rarely go out, because people might see you. They will see from your face, from the way you hold your shoulders, from the way you walk, from the way you clasp your hands in front of you, that all is not well with your soul.The bed is warm at night, but your bones ache. The bed is warm at night, but you sweat too much. The bed is warm at night, but you can’t sleep. The bed is warm at night, but it is difficult to breathe because the air is so thin in the room. You long for the time when you can breathe easy in a warm bed, with no aches and pains, and without sweating, and sleep the sleep of the justified. How long can this go on? Will the sun ever make you smile again? |
| 撮影日 | 2003-05-05 12:04:01 |
| 撮影者 | HyperBob |
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| カメラ | CYBERSHOT , SONY |
| 露出 | 0.003 sec (1/400) |
| 開放F値 | f/5.0 |