A flock of white pigeons fly over the rooftops of Habana Vieja, Old Havana.
In a split second they are gone, never to happen exactly the same again.
The point is that when I see a sunset or a waterfall or something, for a split second it’s so great, because for a little bit I’m out of my brain, and it’s got nothing to do with me. I’m not trying to figure it out, you know what I mean? And I wonder if I can somehow find a way to maintain that mind stillness.
___Chris Evans
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fotograffer
1 Jun 2014Thank you.
VIVIMETALIUM
1 Jun 2014okay dear!
lynnsarda
1 Jun 2014Good point. Good picture.
fotograffer
2 Jun 2014Thank you Lynn.
anotherday2paradise
1 Jun 2014Wow! What a great capture, Ron. 🙂
fotograffer
2 Jun 2014Thanks Sylvia.
catbirdinamerica
3 Jun 2014Beautiful fleeting moment, Ron. I love this photo. 🙂
fotograffer
5 Jun 2014Thank you Cathy.
basiga
3 Jun 2014Wow!
fotograffer
5 Jun 2014Wow, thank you.