While color wheel explains what is what, the knowledge silences the revelation of the light. So we can either to muse on what was intended to portray in the picture by the artist, or to seat back in awe towards the talk of a sunbeam.
The title Silent Thunder sounds like a weird phrase yet it is not the nonsense. It portrays my Redeemer from the prison of secular words.
I like the puddle on the photo above. I like not the puddle but the wonderful reminder of the precious people … That sounds like a riddle, but this puzzle will be easy to unlock: you are welcomed to read the post wings of gratitude. So, just click on the link above.
The story about the timeless values and the eternal “I, my, me and mine” was published on my blog art mirror … the image above differs a bit from the trampled snow there, but raises the same question. What do you think? what is more desirable? Is it the living in the gratitude, or the quality of the report? Let the “the application of theory to practice” serves us as a key.
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