Thursday, February 5, 2009

d bolebard op broken drims

Water. Rock. And interphase.

The waves. Unrelentingly dash dreams unto the rocks. Some dreams survive. Some shatter into uncountable, unrecognizable pieces. After a while, even the rocks get broken, too.


Rosana said...

Hi Mel,
I relish at the idea of how big rocks could get broken, too. It's very symbolic of how something sturdy- and steady- looking turns out to be vulnerable to "elements" in this cruel world. Life's possibilities, that is. Love that caption! Regards. Rose

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