Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way.
I love it. Raindrops on my windowpane today too:)
I finding it magical to look through the rain on my windsheild. Not the safest thing to do but just for a moment I try to see what I can from it and not what I know it to be.
The power of gravity!
I could lounge in bed on a rainy, gray morning and watch raindrops hit my window --- for hours.
While writing in NaNoWriMo, I had worked around this thought!It was something like this.. once a soul gathers weight (of knowledge) it travels down to rest. It gets absorbed by the mud on which the car maybe racing. The window pane is the world, the droplets the soul..Your words reminded me of that!!Serene..Hugs xoxox
Lovely piece, Annell!
What child doesn't watch raindrops fall into bigger ones, and then glide down the pane. Great image, brings me back.
I love seeing the world through raindrops - fractured, showing different slant on life, different light - pulled by gravity.
Very nice images of raindrops on the windshield.