Cleavage

It's about rocks and contours. Those swelt curves and dark shadows. Just my kind of day- brilliant.

A shadow of its past


I cannot recall when or where, only a faint memory tugged in a forgotton realm of my mind. The feeling must be priceless, my head was at peace. I looked into a lake and saw a mirror reflection of my past, present and future. I know...

When the tiger leaped over the gouge, it left a huge imprint in the rocks located in the path of the torrents. The force with which it made the leap left a gapping hole in the mountain, through which I peered into the sky. Another Viewfinder to my eyes...