The traveller awakens to the sound of the grass,
whispering tales of soldiers long passed. Continue reading
Author: irfansyahril
Spring.
The landscapes awake in a colorful burst
as the cold drifts away and releases the Earth. Continue reading
Leaves.
I have an obsession with photographing plants. Perhaps it is the fact they sit so still, so silent, and yet manage to show that they are alive.
Leaves are like pages of a book; each one a part of a larger whole, telling the stories of the tree they belong to.
Enjoy.
Autumn.
Arms.
Fragments.
Trinity.
Spores.
Between the shadows.
Glow.
Mummification.
Silhouettes.
A Letter.
Sometimes, if I strain my eyes hard enough, I can see him as he sits on that mahogany chair we bought at Gravesend all those years ago; eyebrows furrowed and pen in hand. Continue reading
The Ornithopter
I put down the manual and looked around the room for a few moments before my gaze settled on the mess of parts in the center of the workshop. It was almost done. Continue reading
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