I see a prince.
He is made of lightning and rays of the sun
He is angry
He feels jaded and scorned
He fell in love with a water nymph
She was elegant and gentle
She flowed with the water, easy and calm tempered
He longed for that calm
That cool quiet in the brook
He longed to be a part of her world
Her world of slow to angry beings
Water that pushed and pulled but to create
He longed for a soft caress with a lingering chill
He longed to cool his scorching heart
He burned for years watching his love
He was too afraid his ill-tempered demeanor would frighten the maiden
As he watched her one spring morning
He lost his footing and splashed clumsily.into the stream
The water sparked from his touch
His maiden was no more
She lay still
Even having been shocked, her features remained peaceful and full of love
He realized he could never touch her
Never touch anyone
He was a killer by birth
It was a cruel curse from mother nature
His heart felt overheated
He began to see red
He clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth
His lady, his love lay still
She will never sing, never lighten his darkest days again
He regreted the words he never said to her
Wished he could’ve spoken to her once
He took one last glance and felt sparks shoot from his eyes
Fire
Even his tears were dangerous
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It looks like lava, flowing down to the water. It’s a great photo.
Thank you very much. It’s not lava because we don’t have volcanoes here. And the effect of the moving camera when focusing is interesting.
Of course you don’t have lava — at least, I hope you never do! That’s just my imagination at play.
I was hoping to get something interesting, but I did not expect to get such a photo.
It looks like it’s on fire!
It was not fire, it was just sunshine shining between branches. But it really looks like fire. Thank you.
An amazing photo.
Thank you very much.
Unexpected and breathless … arresting!
I have never done this before, and for me the result was also unexpected. And I think I need to try again. Thank you.
Yes, do. It will be fun to watch what you discover!
It’s fun for me too. This is why I am doing this.
It’s like a dragon rising from a lake of fire. I’m sure you have neither there.
I really like this photo, because it gives an opportunity to work for the imagination. Thank you very much.
👌👌👌📷
Thank you.
👌👌👌Great shot.
Many thanks.
very painterly!
Thank you so much. I was just trying to do something new that I hadn’t tried before. I hope it will be interesting.
Well, I’d encourage you to experiment more – I love the way the camera can ‘paint’ too 🙂
I will definitely do it. Thank you.
Beautiful and open to individual interpretation.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Reminds me of colorful static rain hitting water. Nice technique, love it 🙂
Many thanks. As I wrote earlier, it is very interesting to know what people see in this photo. Sometimes it is completely unpredictable.
Cool !
Thank you.
Oh wow I love your beautiful photography! Amazing per your usually!
Thank you very much. To be honest, I did not expect such a strong reaction to my first abstract photography.
Looks like a spirit dancing on the water, and it didn’t expect to be seen by human eyes. (Don’t mind me – my writer’s brain is showing itself.)
Thank you very much, Tressa. I am very glad that this photo inspired people to see something new, unusual and impressive.
Marc
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Looks almost like a face in the golden part of the photo. Awesome
I am very interested to know what you see in this picture. Thanks for sharing.
I see a prince.
He is made of lightning and rays of the sun
He is angry
He feels jaded and scorned
He fell in love with a water nymph
She was elegant and gentle
She flowed with the water, easy and calm tempered
He longed for that calm
That cool quiet in the brook
He longed to be a part of her world
Her world of slow to angry beings
Water that pushed and pulled but to create
He longed for a soft caress with a lingering chill
He longed to cool his scorching heart
He burned for years watching his love
He was too afraid his ill-tempered demeanor would frighten the maiden
As he watched her one spring morning
He lost his footing and splashed clumsily.into the stream
The water sparked from his touch
His maiden was no more
She lay still
Even having been shocked, her features remained peaceful and full of love
He realized he could never touch her
Never touch anyone
He was a killer by birth
It was a cruel curse from mother nature
His heart felt overheated
He began to see red
He clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth
His lady, his love lay still
She will never sing, never lighten his darkest days again
He regreted the words he never said to her
Wished he could’ve spoken to her once
He took one last glance and felt sparks shoot from his eyes
Fire
Even his tears were dangerous
Wow. Thanks.
You’re welcome 🙂
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