As I was processing this photo a poem began to form in my mind, but by the time I had finished processing, I had lost it… that’s how it goes.
The title of the photo is the same as this post “In Quiet Solitude”, yet as I thought about it, I wondered how accurate it was,
it wasn’t that quiet… there was the sound of birds chirping, the rustle of leaves as the monkeys jumped from branch to branch, the gurgle of the water as it flowed from the creek to the lake, and the subtle but distinct snap of a camera behind him 🙂
By the same argument, he wasn’t alone, remember the birds, the monkeys and the photographer….. (or the monkey behind the camera) 🙂
But I still stick with the title, sometimes you can just stand beneath the trees, with a gentle breeze blowing, and be thankful to be away from the noise of traffic, the voices and machines of city life, the constant ping and ring of mobile phones, and maybe even the conversations that you were listening to but not really hearing.
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