night time is such a paradox thing. you hear people saying how they adore the night, how they find the darkness intriguing and indeed, it leaves so much space for your imagination. whilst the leaves shine in a green color at the day, night time doesn't reveal any color, any life in them. and so we project on them what our minds tell us. not only the leaves, but also the paths, the darkness surrounding us. suddenly, we are alone. alone in some place that we cannot define, some place where we don't know what is hiding behind the next tree or corner - we're somewhat lost. I think it's because night time isn't really an honest nature ... and honesty is one of the most important things, as I think - the night lies and tells us things we blindly believe, leaded by fear, loneliness and our cruel minds. it doesn't show it's true self, or rather, it covers it up under everything there is. and I think that is sad because it's not only the night that does that. it's also the people around us. so we cannot love the night for what it really is unless we look beyond the surface. and we cannot love the people for who they really are because they rather let us living with our imagination thinking of who they are ... and as soon as these masks are taken of, we can't accept it. because we're way to fed up having everything living up to our expectations when in reality, it's nothing of our business at all.
this was taken at my favorite place at my favorite time of the day. it was raining.
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