Sitting in front of the castle, the little boy looked up at the door. He knew that it was the next step in his journey. All he saw though was the lock. The textures of age and the wisdom of the rains were beyond his grasp. He will come again to the door. Tomorrow. Perhaps then he will enter. Today, it is his time to watch. |
NIKON D200 1/10 sec f/20 Flash: Not Fired |