Midnight at the pump.
It was late, and everything was quiet. I stopped here for a bite to eat. But I had to admire the glow.
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The thick.
Everything growing wild. The weeds growing long. Everything slightly damp.
A corner for lovers.
An inviting spot where we can canoodle
and stare at each other.
Perhaps say nothing
because what is plainly said is unsaid.
Taking the train.
Approaching Bridgeport Stn. A nice scenic journey. I highly enjoy travelling by train.
First cherry blossoms.
Probably my favourite time of the year. Sakura is so beautiful. And I love how the petals fall from the tree once they mature.
A quiet spot.
Just a place in my neighbourhood with foliage. I come here when I need a break. Nothing happens and I like that.
The first daisy.
Incredibly small. But the first one I’ve seen this year. Here it is poking out from the grass.
Jewel.
Something unique I found in a mall. But not just the jewellery, but the hand that holds it. What an inhuman way to hold something, but also kind of symbolic.
Marine Dr. Station.
A little place where I can grab a bite, watch a movie, buy cough medicine. I love watching people walk by.
Rainy day.
It’s coming down thick,
Soaking streets so heavy and slick.
All the buildings drenched,
Like a thirst that’s never quenched.
It’s relentless and won’t stop,
Drumming rooftops, steady drop.
Invasion from the sky,
A flood of gray where dry hopes die.
I don’t know.
I really don’t know how I got here. Or even where this is. Or why I took this picture. I’m baffled.
Remnant of an evergreen.
Just a little speck from a tree that I found on concrete while out on a walk at night. That one little piece of a tree, tiny.
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