Listening to the plights of our tribal guide. We all fell silent for many hours after that.
Signalling doom
I Stumbled upon this pond early morning. There was mist swirling over it as if some elves left their trail and left a minute ago. Eerie silence pervaded the forest. I stood in awe...
For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea...
Stunning photos..especially 3rd one..nice
there is a story behind every picture.. you proved it sir
The title says it all.. I can feel the sadness..
Cool images…. Thanks!
the 3rd one is out of this world…..