Deserted
Playsuit - New Look
A wondrous place of childhood imaginings. Rolling peaks and waves of tiny delicate grains of sand joint inherently to create a golden expanse sculpted by the mere movements of nature.
Almost hypnotising, the sky appeared as an ocean of blue above a sea of perfectly pleated silken folds. Panoramic views of dunes for miles only broken by an oasis and the snowy Andean peaks in the far distance. Falling, the sun illuminating the scene beneath from every angle slowly diluting the sky with puddles of red as it set.
Scorching heat slowing to a simmer began to invite the arrival of night.
Walking down hill to the oasis, my feet sinking into the searing sand I look one last look out my throat empty with a satisfying thirst.
A single step in time
A fount of solitude. Serene loneliness. Unity. Calming silence. Perfection.
A flawless landscape.
Impossible to describe the awe and charm created by such a harsh and desolate place. It is those footprints that later tell a story. I often forget how fortunate I am to have the freedom to travel wherever the heart desires. The ability to close the shutter, capturing those moment and feelings forever.
The least I could do to highlight such a landscape was an equally as beautiful ensemble. While my fingers run over the keyboard struggling to find the keys, the visuals takes over in an expression of unaccountable words….
One to get you over Hump Day!
Tan xx
