08:55 am. The sound of the ringing church bells floats over the rooftops of the city and sometimes wanders through open kitchen windows into apartments. 09:00 am. The volume has increased to its highlight and competes with the chirping of birds. No curtain adorns the kitchen window thus the gentle breeze slides over the leaves of a poor poinsettia. The plant still manages to keep alive by resisting the bad treatment through the owner. It’s a morning like any other. On the surface! But there is more. She is alone in the apartment and resolves to do some homework. Surrounded by a feeling she can’t put into words she enters the staircase with the dirty laundry. The fine fragrance of her neighbours perfume still lies in the air and flatters her sense of smell when she realizes she is wrong when thinking being alone. They are looking at her! Silent. And she stares back. Overcome by awe of this wonderful shadow play on the wall.
Oh Michaela, that is just wonderful! What a special and beautiful sight, I am so glad you captured it and wrote about it here so that I could share it too.
Great photo and lovely writing. x
Wow, that’s such an intriguing shadow… Beautiful!
Thank you Susannah for your lovely and always encouraging words!
Hello Nina. I’m glad you like it
You are a talent Michaela, you captured this scene with the perfect combination of words. The shadowplay at the end is very well done, we are never alone and watched everywhere by plants, trees and things around us…and more.
Great work!
NiceArtLife, thank you! I have focused the end. There the faces are most clearly.
Your welcome dear Michaela, the faces are clear indeed, I was surprised to see them. Very nice how some circumstances can create art like in this photo.