The window at a hotel somewhere... dawn or sunset, every beginning has an end, and viceversa.
Beautiful spring blossoms looking out to...
A second later after my previous pic, surprisingly, the flowers gave birth to an ant...
And this could be us in just a few seconds from now...
You can buy these and put them on your son's gravestone... his name was Daniel, he was only nine years old.
But I believe there will always be spring to watch over us.
and make us spark, even after we are long gone.
Life and death, ying-yang... halves of a same equation.
"Lee, our braveheart". I never met him. He was only nineteen.
and Michelle was his girlfriend... (a close-up the heart of the previous picture).
A lot has been buried, except love.
The spark on the gravestone is the reflection of the sun - I love how it connects to pointing chime, and to the coloured balls and the fairy and the leaves above. Everything, living or dead, is interconnected.
Another bright spark resulting from the reflecting sun- it seems to reflect on the light of the flowers hanging above while giving light to the pink flowers below. At the back, there are angels and faith everywhere.
The sun, above everything!
