A Walk in the Night: 11/May/2017 Midnight

I just came back home with these photos around an hour ago. I was itching to take some photos I couldn’t sleep. I had to go out an add a few more pieces to my Ingrained in the Night series.

The moon’s beautiful these days. I didn’t take as many photos as I’d hoped but I sure did enjoy the walk. I just love night walks. It’s quiet in the street and serene in my head.

The photo below is from the center of the town or perhaps the more lively part. Anyways, it’s not lively now as you can see.

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A Feast (of sorts)

Daily Prompt: Feast, huh.

Naturally, when hearing the word ‘feast’ I immediately think about food. I love food. but unfortunately right now I’m feasting on different kinds of sustenance:

Photography books/magazines and Anime.

I’m trying to learn more about photography. I believe that practicing and learning from one’s own experiences is the way to do it. But not without getting down the basics and you can only do that by studying. That’s why I’m reading photography books and magazines. I started with Understanding Exposure by Bryan Peterson and Langford’s Starting Photography by Michael Langford & Philip Andrews. 

I also quench my thirst for anime. I usually focus on a genre for a period of time. These days I’m watching sports anime specifically, Over Drive and Giant Killing. I’m planning to watch Hungry Heart: Wild Striker and Majors afterwards.

This post is not going to end without pictures! Here’s another batch of recycled picture mesh. Not as good as the first ones. I have no idea what kind of pictures I’ll end up with when I start Photoshop. I just keep changing things and experimenting until I think it’s enough. I wanted to work and add more on these but I got tired. >_<

 

Seeker Under Moonlight

Monochrome shades regulate the scenery.
Upon pallid lands, skyscrapers erected high
sweeping the horizon in chaotic asymmetry.
The sky crashes like a wave of gloom in the night.

The moon yet reigns with majestic tyranny.
Its silver light devours the darkness in my eyes.
The streets are plastered by shadows in company;
some are illuminated by patches of moonlight.

I walk the contrasted streets burdened on my feet.
My sight rises scheming ahead the blurred lines
anticipating a familiar shape of memory,
an opened door of a home and a warm smile.

 

21/02/2016 © Waseem Sherif

Author’s Notes: 

rhymed poetry is not my preference. but I do like to try different forms once in a while.