We all dream about the future. We hope. We love. We nurture and adore. But sadly, the future is but a passing phase – only temporary – like everything else.

Hope’s dawn is beauty personified. It calls out a promise. It spells out a brighter day.

But…the pot of gold…which side to go?

So..pack the bag, set off. If you don’t try, you’ll never know.

The oasis of hope awaits the intrepid traveller, yet the landscape of reality is part of the picture.

The once-proud acquisition will age with the dream.

The building that housed the hopes will decay…

And so the sun will set on every dream, every hope, every love, the day dying in a blaze of colour.

But…, despite the knowledge that everything must pass, we’re up at dawn again; hoping that today, indeed, will be different.
Pragtige fotos daar.
Dankie!
Absoluut wonderlik gestel! Ook die fotos pas by die toekoms. 🙂
Dankie…
What magnificent photos… gob smacked at their beauty…
Thank you so much…
Baie goed gedoen, en baie om weer oor te loop en dink! Dankie Amos!
Dankie!
The rainbow, Gods bow , Gods sign of hope in the skies.I never forget. That is the truth about the rainbow, not the pot of gold crap.
Absolutely!
Wow, you’ve got some awesome shots there. Love the suitcase on the side of the road.
It tells a story, doesn’t it?
Beautiful with a promise of a bright tomorrow.
Indeed – there’s always tomorrow. 😉
I love the captions. Especially the one about the oasis and reality. Well done!
It suggests tranquillity, doesn’t it. Sadly….
I absolutely love all of these, Amos. The dawn pic is magical. 🙂
Thanks, Ad…