Sitting by the lake in the morning hours, everything is silent except for the mind that is repeating events over and over, trying to find meaning in them.
Sometimes it’s just old feelings being brought to the surface by a triggering word from a friend’s mouth; sometimes it’s the complete silence around you that force the feelings to awaken.
Alone or not alone; this picture doesn’t tell if there was a party going on behind the person holding the camera. It’s just an illusion of a calm lake with ducks swimming around in the middle of the night.
That’s the art of photos.
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