Why?
Why?
I can’t imagine a more interesting, frustrating or life altering question.
Of all the questions, especially asked of myself, ones starting with why are the most difficult to answers…
Why did you just do that?
Why do I look like this?
Why is the sky blue?
Why didn’t I take that exit?
Why can’t I?
Why am I sick?
Why did this happen?
Why do I hate them so much?
Why did I just do that?
Why do I waste my breath?
Why can’t they do that?
Why do I love you?
Why can’t they just go away?
…and the proverbial – Why did the chicken cross the road?
All these frustrating why’s have now lead me to roll my eyes and ask, why did I take this picture?
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Because you subconscious is saying why? Actually a very deep photo and I like it very much, but don’t know why? 😉
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I love this photo!
Reminds me of Robert Frost “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood/And sorry I could not travel both/ And be one traveler/ long I stood And looked down … and Yogi Berra :O) ” When you come to a fork in the road….Take it “
Brilliant Shannon! Love the comparison from two different parts of the cultural spectrum… LOL!!
Un’altra domanda che dovresti porti è: perché i commenti li ricevo solo da “donne”? 🙂
E poi non ti sei domandato se invece è la tua ombra che sta fotografando te???
Oooo… Due buone domande! 😉
…and why is there air? Why do we have to have fleas on earth?…..
….and why does my shadow follow me whereever I go???
Thanks for sharing this lovely, restful yet thought-provoking photograph
Marco!
Cheers!
~ Jan
…and why didn’t I think of these questions? Thank you Jan…