
at my feet…

Day-to-day pics and words by nob… My dear beautiful lovely days passing with pretended nonchalance… Everything is a once-in-a-lifetime chance… The river current never stops flowing, and its water keeps changing… The blowing wind will never be able to come back to the present same place…

at my feet…

morning glories…

the forgotten ball of an umpire…

the red butterfly in the forest…

the large family…

in the dead silence…

the huge rock in front of larch trees forest…

Sooner or later even steel can will be disappearing…

ready to fly…

floating on the melting ice…

Time must be the greatest sculptor in any age…

withered hydrangea…

the memory of my childhood…

ripples by the autumn wind…

which has come with autumn…

the closed cottage in the deep grass…

the momentary perfect time…

everybody had already forgotten…

where i could have a good talk with the wind…

in deep meditation…

after really long time…

after a long time…

the huge fish swimming in the sky…

in the sky…

the mountain was full of pampas grass…