I was walking in the residential area. The houses were deathly quiet. I couldn't see any other travelers like me. I was the only person who walked the street.
During walking deserted street, a wooden window drew the attention of mine. The door itself was non-descriptive. Yet a morning glory bloomed obscurely by the window. It was surrounded by leaves and it seemed to be waiting for someone finding it. So I felt as if I heard its voice.
|Dec 2007 NATURE OKAYAMA|
December 8, 2007
January 19, 2020
CANON EOS 1V