No Church in the Wild

Promotion of freedom and no restraint in life leads to destruction of society’s fabric. More and more young lives propagate themselves with these idiotic beliefs and believing your choices have no effect on your self or the other party. Families everywhere are being destroyed because men and women adhere to these meanings of life, and when a baby is conceived all of them run.

History Is Made At Night

History is made at night,

So close the door turn off the light and

listen.

Let my heart be the teacher....

I see the questions burning in you eyes

or is it just reflections 

of the stars high above you?

 Someday they'll be writing lots of books about our fame and glory,
But if all their reports are just movies and sports,
They'll be missing the whole story... 

Autumn

Snow Black

Earth

Unfurling.

Roses dropped petals that seemed as big and smooth as saucers, flame-red, moon-white, glossy, and unwrinkled..

"It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood, it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage.

"It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never uncoiled."

"It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness."

"It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in and out at the same hours, with the same sound upon the same pavements, to do the same work, and to whom every day was the same as yesterday and tomorrow, and every year the counterpart of the last and the next."

"All the public inscriptions in the town were painted alike, in severe characters of black and white. The jail might have been the infirmary, the infirmary might have been the jail, the town-hall might have been either, or both, or anything else, for anything that appeared to the contrary in the graces of their construction."

"Fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the material aspect of the town; fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the immaterial."

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You may be thinking the captions for each of my pictures (apart from the first) are completely unrelated. Well, you're right. These quotes are from Charles Dicken's Hard Times, and they describe a hell-like town, an uninhabitable town. They are in complete contrast to the beauty of the photos, and I did this to represent the unbalanced place that is our world. Let me explain: There are places in the world which are beautiful, seemingly magical, perfect. There are places which contain unimaginable things, destructive and damaging things, poverty, things too terrible to describe. Just like the contrast between the pictures and the words, our world lives on with this constant sense of irregularity, and nothing can be done about it.