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| At the end of a rainbow. Pulo, Tanza, Navotas. |
The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.
-=Henry David Thoreau=-
I am presently going through my 'stuck' (yes, literally stuck, not stock) photos,
looking for photos to submit for monthly entries to my Pinay Shutters photo group.
Always and I mean always when I pass through photographs of rainbows, I stop and use the rest of my time editing and re-editing my photo. I don't know where my fascination for rainbows came from. All I know is that its presence have a power to stop me in my track and wonder if there really is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Would there be leprechauns dancing around or if anyone have been to the end of a rainbow. I wonder, if I reach the end of the rainbow, would I be able to walk through the vibrant ROYGBIV and enter another world. Rainbows make me dream. Rainbows make me hopeful. They make me appreciate the rain and the thunder and the lighting. Rainbows make me dream again.
Always and I mean always when I pass through photographs of rainbows, I stop and use the rest of my time editing and re-editing my photo. I don't know where my fascination for rainbows came from. All I know is that its presence have a power to stop me in my track and wonder if there really is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Would there be leprechauns dancing around or if anyone have been to the end of a rainbow. I wonder, if I reach the end of the rainbow, would I be able to walk through the vibrant ROYGBIV and enter another world. Rainbows make me dream. Rainbows make me hopeful. They make me appreciate the rain and the thunder and the lighting. Rainbows make me dream again.
