(listen to the music (below) as it enhances the viewing experience)
Another one from those days. . . Revisiting them makes me remember and appreciate how far I have come since then.
Cry for Me
Visible beings occur frequently hearabout.
They speak so low so not to shout.
Time walks by while hope it found.
Clocks tick furiously without a sound.
Ears all listen to things not said.
People sigh for those now dead.
Hearing this no purpose near,
Cry for me, I live in fear. . .
a rhonda original©
We Fly So Close – Phil Collins
Image created in Apophysis 3D Hack, Incendia, Photoshop using native & external filters including Fractalius. Used the Orton effect on blending layers.