There is a moment when everything reaches the end of its cycle of life. And slowly returns to where it has started its life. The earth. Which is claiming us all. Only, some of us have not realized it yet and behave as if we are immortal.
Έρχεται κάποια στιγμή που κάθε πράγμα φτάνει στο τέλος του κύκλου της ζωής του. Και σιγά σιγά επιστρέφει εκεί που ξεκίνησε ο κύκλος αυτός. Την γη. Που μας διεκδικεί όλους. Μόνο που μερικοί από εμάς δεν τόχουμε καταλάβει ακόμη. Και συμεριφερόμαστε σαν νάμαστε αθάνατοι.
Thats a old one.....good picture Costas.
ReplyDeleteGood illustration of the theme, Costas! I like especially the last photo.
ReplyDeleteAs for the text, I completely agree with you. I do not speak about youngsters, it is normal for them to think like this, but among those who have aged, there are enough who seem to think as you said...
Beautiful shots.
ReplyDeleteAnd your words, how true.
So introspective, Costas. I love this. A wonderful post for this Sunday.
ReplyDeleteSome mornings I feel as rusty as this old truck Costas! I love how the vines seem to be embracing it. It almost appears that it was running down the road and just quit and no one moved it from that spot. I love rusty things. A nice find.
ReplyDeleteBon dimanche,
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What goes around, comes around. Rust never sleeps.
ReplyDeletei do like your thoughts on this. :)
ReplyDeleteΑναρωτιέμαι αν υπάρχει θέμα που να μην το παρουσιάσεις έτσι ώστε να το κάνεις ιδιαίτερα ενδιαφέρον. Δεν νομίζω ότι απλά βλέπεις τα πράγματα από καλή οπτική γωνία αλλά μάλλον όλα μεταμορφώνονται μέσα απ'το φακό σου. Η φωτογραφία σαν τέχνη σου ταιριάζει. Καλή βδομάδα γιά αύριο.
ReplyDeleteWhat a terrific and, oh so true, post for the day, Costas! I know just how the truck feels!! Love your thoughts and the last capture in particular! Have a great evening.
ReplyDeleteSylvia
Querido amigo,
ReplyDeleteSuas fotos são sempre interessantes e bonitas.
Convido você para uma visitinha no meu blog.
Boa semana!
Beijinhos.
Brasil
very true!
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