Tag: fog

August 16, Ghost Bridge

Some bridges are meant to be burned.

By Ashish Seth

“Goals. Line ’em up and knock ’em down.”

Tags apparition, bridge, bridges, bright, ethereal, fog, foggy, ghost, Ghost Bridge, glare, highway, light, misty, murky, night, Photography, spooky, weather

Photography Poetry Writing

August 15, Light Rain Drive

Post author By ashseth
Post date August 17, 2012
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These lights shine like this every night and cars pass by and things happen and still they stand and shine and don’t complain. Always. And things don’t change for long periods of time. They still stand. And it makes me wonder whether some people’s lives are like this?

The only thing worse than shouting and no one hearing you is shouting and no one paying attention.

By Ashish Seth

Tags bright, dark, drive, fog, haze, light, murky, noise, Photography, pixelation, road

Photography Quotes Writing

August 14, Night Call

They called. So we went. And no one showed up and so we left. Simple. Easy. Fast. Cautious. Always kept an eye out. Kept two. Always. And I asked father why they wanted us to check the house. And he said he didn’t know and I asked why he didn’t ask them and he said “You’re gonna get nowhere if you always have to explain yourself to other people.”

Made sense… made sense.

By Ashish Seth

Tags 401, blur, Brampton, drive, driving, fog, haze, highway, job, lights, mission, night, night call, Photography, spooky, streets

Photography Poetry Writing

July 31, Scatter Plot

Wherever we have to go we don’t want to go.
Wherever we want to go we aren’t welcome.
Wherever we end up we work to accept.
Wherever we are we never want to leave again.
Lost paradigms lie in sweet nostalgia.
We put in the work and the time.
We never miss the bad parts whenever we think back.
We always live the bad parts whenever we go back again.
Your posterity lacks good posture.
You’ve been down this road before.
Do you ever think the gravel will turn to paved road?
You’re like that scatter plot graph
Where the curvy line never reaches a point.
The closer you get, the older you get.
There’s no end to this trek but death.
But maybe we aren’t meant to reach a point.
Maybe there really is no end to this road.
If we believe the end isn’t meant to be reached,
We will always have a place to go.