We watched the sun went down together. Suddenly became paralysed by its warmth. He said nothing, me neither. Sank in deep thoughts and tough, drowned into a heaped of past and lasts.
…and I started to count, very softly through my breath, as the light slowly went down, showing the shape of the island which was hiding beneath.
1, 2, 3 ….
“Tak ada satu hal pun tanpa bayang-bayang, kecuali terang itu sendiri.”
— Pramoedya Ananta Toer, Child of All Nations.
Some say dark is the most beautiful thing, some also fear to be left by the light. Frightened, insecurity, sorrow—they live in the darkness, with the shadow shrouds their back, haunts them like the Angel of Death.
It is sad, for some people. But there is always a good thing.
Look properly, wisely; as the shadow lit the colors around, as it revealed the form of a picture. Darkness is shady, and shadow gives me a place to rest, to feel the breeze and cool me down. I can hide so that people cannot see unspecified numbers of me which I do not want them to see, to give me the confidence I do not have.
In response of Daily Post’s Weekly photo challenge “Shadow“: This week, hunt for shadows and incorporate them into your shot. The shadow can be the focal point of the image, or simply a detail that adds texture and makes the scene a bit more dynamic.