Noon Pastels

When days turn to hours, hours to minutes and minutes into moments do we finally see the that in every second a million stories come to life. Standing afar merely observing these tales of men and their pursuits teaches you more than any book could ever conjure. Although the musings of life and all its fables can never be fully comprehended. In the hues of the noon the world stands still for one brief second and in this moment we see the glory of creation...

Shimmering dreams and Fading thoughts

What happens when lives intertwine with dreams and dreams become a reality? What do you do when the most real moment of your life feels like a dream? Do you then close your eyes and flow with the moment or do you open your eyes wider to capture every second so that it may last an eternity? The dreams we dream are forever changing their hues and as the seconds change to minutes and minutes to hours, they fade away into the obscure.

Silhouettes and the Rising Sun

 There are moments when all creation even the most elemental can astound us silently. Without words, without music,without any pretensions it stands tall silently weaving a tale that will forever be in your mind. It is for these moments that we long and sometimes wait our entire lives. Although the most mystifying fact is that within the confines of our make believe world they stand gloriously, never disappearing and never leaving sight. Discover all that you are when you know and when you finally see creation carved in brilliance.

The World for Hire

When you look at the world from a view that stands at nothing but its value you ignore the little things, the small moments and evrything that is too far and too few in between the blip of our exsitence. What astounds me most is that like millions across the world know that all this pursuit amounts to nothing, although we live out entire days chasing an illusion that we can finally rent out or maybe even buy this world! 

Breaking Away from Singularity

Does it take a sea of people to remind us that we are just another byline in a story? Or do we live in a delusion that somehow, someplace we will matter. We aren't just specks lost in a rummage of humanity that will pass on like the days and the seasons. Should we then sit and watch or participate cause either way moments fade away and leave nothing behind, maybe an old photo. 

Travelling on the back of Worn out Shoes

The places less traveled, the experiences rarely felt, the days scantily lived, the journeys that almost began can all be traced back to a pair of worn down shoes. Rather than pictures or even stories, silently bearing the brunt of the elements shoes tell you a fable that you may never have even thought of.

Moments in time

Its extraordinary that chaos and serenity can co-exist. In the heart of madness lies such a place that opens its doors for you. Where time does not matter and life is lived in moments rather than years.