Reina stared at the sea of gray, with its jagged tors of industry and toil rising above the flowing traffic of the roads and sidewalks. She looked as if to question it. It did not answer.
She wished to find its purpose, its meaning. It is efficient, yes, and it produces, yes, but for what? Is it merely to produce and consume and produce... and to perish? Reina asked the sea of gray for an answer. Only the cacophony of bustling traffic met her ears.
"I must make a city of my own, if only in my mind... or in my heart," she concluded, seeing that the city before her would tell her nothing.
"somebody had terribly taking picture, where reina is blurry, and building is being focus. although reina is highlighted because, she standing at white information/floor?/roof? and wear colour that more visible."
i ... not sure what this for.. but . (cough) kids also (cough) can take this kind of still image. with point to shoot camera?! (laughing...)
only reina make it artistic? or it's really artistic? ... it's wonder in my mind.because i can take whole bunch of this kind image. LOL hard.
Thank you for the kind comments. It was how I felt about the pic, and also I read the original Sherlock Holmes stories over and over, and A. Conan Doyle's writing is in that style, plus Simon and Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence" inspired the general idea.
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