Moon

In which ever way you look at the moon, it is always beautiful. The way it shines, the way it stands out from the dark background, magnificient, I would say. Moon touches the soul. You may get stoned, looking at the details; or get so obsessed by its beauty that you stare. It is amazing how it carries so many people away that people wrote poems expressing their feelings, that somebody wrote the song "Fly me to the moon" to express his love. And even, became the first man to fly to the moon. It became the untouchable or the unreachable that remained so mysterious in our heart, with so many spaces of imagination, beliefs and thoughts.

Full moon is astounding. Let it be hanging over the dark sky above the quiet sea, let it be hanging over the dark sky above the paddy fields, where the horizon defines it's existence. If it happens to be you, who's in one of the pictures, take your time, gaze upon the sky, feel the moonlight brushes your skin, then you'll know that it not only shines, it also whispers. Listen, when your heart starts to play the music. Listen, when it asks you to free your mind and let your feelings flow. Make sure that you will remember the wonders that it had had on you.

How I hate to relate the moon phases to the come and go of people in our lives and how I hate to relate it to the imperfections in this world, even though we have to accept that, that's life. I would choose to express its beauty, imagine all the goods, commented that it's one of the perfect glow in the dark paintings in this universe. It carried me away, when looking at it, beautifully posed in the picture marked "taken at the night of Valentine's Day". I'm sure it must have casted a spell that the picture is taken. A three dimension moon in the picture. Remarkably amazed, I am.