The Little House in Mouries and the Clouds of Time. -The Brown Version of Image-

Where did this house came from ?... There was no path leading to it, there were no human marks arround it. The grass and crops of the fields were strangling it so tight, you could feel it's agonising breath to survive...

 

I saw it, while driving slow, taking images by my hungry eyes... Praising nature for the beauty of colours around. And in one moment, this little vision attacked my sight... Located at the right of me, far away, in the middle of a field... I stopped, and slowly came close to it... Six trees were protecting it, all over it... The sound of place was a total silence, with only some water flowing from an old tube, braking this magic, making you realise you are alive.

 

The clouds were passing above my head lazy and dark, making the time flow slower in this place... And me, in the middle of all these, staring speachless...

 

...the signs of my tripod are still there, with my eyes engraved in it's walls...

 

 

- This is the "Brown" Version of this Scene, you can view other aspects in it's folder - Please view it in LARGER Mode.

Read the story behind the image and travel there... Awaiting your

feelings, words, comments. Michael

Very nice job! It reminds me of an ink wash illustration I did years ago in art school. Keep up the excellent work!!! :-)

Impressive photo.

Composition is good.

Color is in harmony with atmosphere.

Sharpness is enough.

Congrats

Lovely and Romantic shot!!!!!!!!!!!

This picture has an atmosphere from old days.Well documented.

excelent.