Unlimited dimensions of space, unhindered explorations of the human mind, and everything in between. And, I am just a small piece of this awesome and mind-boggling whole. This is a quest to appreciate and understand the needle, and the proverbial haystack.
Sting sang "Fields of Gold" and of walking in 'em.
Shanxix (of relation to moi) simply executed it in his own version of digital poetry (er photos). Gold dust covering the trees on a fine winter morning as captured from inside a train running at 80 kmph.
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