...daylight is dead
a beam of lonely moonlight
hunts shadows on the empty steps
pssst... the night is here...
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Zyrynometry: Twelve Empty Steps
...daylight is dead a beam of lonely moonlight hunts shadows on the empty steps pssst... the night is here...
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...dancing shadows
in the silvery beam with sweet enticement hunting one dream...
vz-nostalgia: ...the dream of melted chocolate and dripping honey...
A toothed wheel...are we caught in a giant clockwork..."tick" night..."tock" day...
vz-nostalgia: :
...a giant clockwork I am monstrous Moloch to whom you sacrifice your hours and days...
...and one by one,
the light of the moon tippy toes her way down the empty steps revealing behind the shadows what was always there...
vz-nostalgia: :
…she descends down the empty steps on the ray of moonlight leaving behind the shadows of her broken hopes she descends on the wings of Second Life he built for her she’s a moonchild…
It's the thirteenth one that will finish you Vik...
vz-nostalgia: I've been through so many bad steps in my life, Chris, I doubt this one would be able to put a cross on me.
I like the shapes and the lighting Viktor. This picture simply appeals to me
vz-nostalgia: There is nothing wrong with what you said, Bill.
I thought it was some great curved modernist architecture from the thumbnail. By giving this an off-kilter viewpoint you have transformed something quite mundane into a surreal landscape.
vz-nostalgia: There is a thin line between the real and the surreal, Ms. Ingrid. The trick is to feel it strong enough to use in your advantage.
Ooh Victor, this makes me shiver! Reminds me of the poem I wrote to accompany my photograph of the moon.
http://gallaxy.shutterchance.com/photoblog/The_Dark_Side_%283%29_/
vz-nostalgia: Oh, I remember that poem, Ms. Roz. It gave me shivers for sure.
I've rotated my laptop through a full three hundred and sixty degrees and still find the image enigmatic bizarre and yet intriguing ... I like the unknown feel that is created.
richard
vz-nostalgia: Apparently, you are of an adventurous type, Richard. Most people usually are afraid and stay away from the unknown.
Halfway down the stairs
is a stair where i sit. there isn't any other stair quite like it. i'm not at the bottom, i'm not at the top; so this is the stair where I always stop. Halfway up the stairs Isn't up And it isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, It isn't in town. And all sorts of funny thoughts Run round my head. It isn't really Anywhere! It's somewhere else Instead!
vz-nostalgia: First, let me say that when i read this, I was totally knocked off with your first ever poem on Nostalgia, Ms. Scarlet. But then I googled it and learned that this was written by a brilliant English autor A.A. Milne, the father of Winnie-The-Pooh. I love teh poem, just wish you'd give a courtesy credit to Mr. Minlne.
At the dead of dark
And shadows appear Moonlight whispers Do not fear I caress the steps To light your way Until dawn breaks With warm sun rays
vz-nostalgia: Ah, what a flow of words and a brilliant thought, Ms. Linda. Once more you don't cease to amaze me.
Or, you are just drunk lying on the sidewalk thinking....,"Damn, look at all those stairs!"
vz-nostalgia:
It's hardly surprising they're empty - they're upside down, people would fall off!
vz-nostalgia: A pragmatic side of you has spoken, Ms. Ellie. Now let's hear what the right half of your brain says, the artistic, emotional side of you.
"...twelve steps to you
eleven, and I am yours ten more to glory nine more to curl... eight left to grab you seven...getting there six...sounds of passion five...I can't wait... four steps to reach you three moves and shakes two, melting shadows... one... climb again..." K.A. nobody can deny you are an architect mr VZ...but I think there are only eleven steps
vz-nostalgia: I see you are a master of building an excitement, Ms. KA.
"one... climb again..." Oh my... God was very generous to you, Ms. KA. Many women can't climb even once. KA: I think there are only eleven steps VZ: Are you saying I'm good at zyrynometry, but suck at zyrythmetics, Ms. KA?
Mathematics
an in-exact science. Depending on state of mind there could be eleven; make the twelfth a stumbling surprise and the thirteenth a discovery under 'ha' of Shutterchance. 'The way is not clear' - Louis You gave the thirteenth a miss as a tribute to American architectural values and beliefs?
vz-nostalgia:
something different
cool capture
vz-nostalgia: different from what, Ms. NaCha?
as the beasts jaws begin to close, gasp your last breath and embrace your foe.
For tonight is just like any other night, a night without arms around to protect you. mal
vz-nostalgia: The White Knight, the last hope of tortured souls, crossed his sword of moonlight with the beast of night.
strange mecanic!
vz-nostalgia: The strange world of Nostalgia mechanics, jojo.
I like the way you saw these steps. You made it look like a leaf with strings. Clever abstract look.
vz-nostalgia: A leaf with strings? That might be the musical instrument that fairies and cicadas play. I hear them all night long through the open window in my bedroom.
You got me standing on my head, trying to work it out.
vz-nostalgia: Well, consider this a free yoga lesson, Nig.
"A headstand can reduce facial wrinkles, and if practiced regularly, is a natural 'face-lift'. This is because it reverses the effects of gravity and allows the skin to rest in the other direction" (quoted from somewhere on teh web). I guess I need to post stuff like this more often.
I have to start again reading by my poor English those comments and exchanging words with Ms.KA
Skilfully created image as so many of your photos are as I saw. It`s enjoyable to look at them.
vz-nostalgia: Yes, Ms. KA got carried away a bit.
Oh heck Viktor, you're not expecting a proper critique are you?
vz-nostalgia: Proper critique? What's that? Sounds b-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ring.
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