Analog Park

"In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit. A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer. It is coming my way, I patiently wait.
In the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watch.
The sandy feet of the children.
Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces.
As I easily get inner contact with myself,
I notice distress grabbing for my throat.
It is time to reach out.
To find something that isn't there,
You see the signs, they're on the road
but I think it's crazy." A. van Giesbergen.

I know this mood doesn't suit me, but I just wanted to share my actual feelings, and again, the contrast between certain things.

Thanks to ~b-e-c-k-y-stock for the model, rest from sxc.hu and own resources.

And yes, the scene is so small here, so click here to see a zoomed detail!

Thanks for looking!

_{And I want to dedicate this piece to everyone who has supported me over the years. To those people is with whom I want to share my happiness. Thank you : )}