I love pictures of buildings with spotlights on them. I don't know what it is. So to me this is calming.
btw, I have to say THANK YOU for putting the F in brackets in your title. I cannot stand it when people misspell things for effect (like Krazy Korner) -- ugh.
hmm. Political intrique, a sorid sex scandal, blackmail, a seemingly random murder though the nude body was found floating in the river without identification but wearing very expensive shoes and a gold diamond encrusted watch. Oh, and a mysterious foriegn diplomat. Other than that just a pretty steeple in the dark. Why do you ask?
It was a night so smudged in coal that nothing could be seen except a few low-hanging stars almost grazing the ground. She looked up, saw a spire of light pointing toward the heavens, and deemed it the sign of hope she needed to forge headlong into the darkness.
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Shadows... Like something bad is going to happen.
LOL I'm not good at creative stuff, but that's a very cool pic.
Love the picture.
I see the morning after. Waking beneath the shadows of the tower covered in newspaper. Freezing. Scared. Time to get back on the move.
I definitely take comfort from this image. There's a peace underlying it, a peace that is ever there.
I think it's almost dawn. I think the sun will be coming up soon. That's what I see.
I love pictures of buildings with spotlights on them. I don't know what it is. So to me this is calming.
btw, I have to say THANK YOU for putting the F in brackets in your title. I cannot stand it when people misspell things for effect (like Krazy Korner) -- ugh.
:D
"It's a castle, Mommy. Look at the castle." My little girl's voice sings from the back seat of the car.
"No, honey. It's only a church. That's a steeple. It's a church."
"Mommy, I see a castle."
I drive slower, glancing up as we pass. Night has fallen. Street lights dimly line the road. "Now I see it. You are right. It is a castle."
~ Wendy
I see the magical steeple pointing it's way to heaven.
something beautiful shining out in the night.
I see hope.
I see a beacon of light in a dark place. Have a wonderful weekend!
I see the warmth of a winter night in a small Virginia town.
Beautiful architecture. A city. Night life. Youth and freedom. Times that passed.
In the midst of darkness there is a steady light and underneath shine those who follow. I guess?:)
I see a liar, a fraud poised for his next big con.
hmm. Political intrique, a sorid sex scandal, blackmail, a seemingly random murder though the nude body was found floating in the river without identification but wearing very expensive shoes and a gold diamond encrusted watch. Oh, and a mysterious foriegn diplomat. Other than that just a pretty steeple in the dark. Why do you ask?
It was a night so smudged in coal that nothing could be seen except a few low-hanging stars almost grazing the ground. She looked up, saw a spire of light pointing toward the heavens, and deemed it the sign of hope she needed to forge headlong into the darkness.
I see hope.
A steeple and some lights! Actually, it remids me of a trip I once took to Boston. We wandered around at night and it felt wondeful!
Part of me sees a drama or a mystery, but the other part sees a beacon of hope. As in don't give up, you're almost there!
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