[DESERTED]

In the Northwest oft Scotland in February.

It's overcast and cold.

The last Snow fell few minutes ago.

The Villages are deserted.

Nobody is around here.

I am totally Alone…it's Dreary…

When i look around

I am able to notice and observe

All these beautiful different Shades

Of Black, Grey and White…

Abandoned Swing and Houses.

Deserted Road Works.

Lonely burning Fire.

No children are playing on the Playground.

Rotten Boats and Rusted Cars.

Fenced...

Why Everything looks like

Leaving Recently…?

It makes me Oppressed…

…and quite sad...

But why?

The Melancholy?

The Poverty?

The Solitude?

The Emptiness?

The Dreariness?

The Despair?

The Loneliness?

The Depth of Reality?

Real Life?

I am totally captivated of the Beauty of this Rural Poverty and I am positively amazed of being part of it…