The House Of Automn
KAMOUA NATIONAL PARK, AKKAR SAMA PHOTOGRAPHY I can’t wait for you November… I miss autumn… I miss his moments… His scenes… I miss home… The home of every season… but specially his one… I can’t forget these moments… When I reached this place, I covered my eyes while saying: who am I to deserve seeing all this beauty? How could an ugly like me touch this ground by his feet? I heard a lovely windy song… and I saw the leaves dancing in the sky above me… it was saying: the eyes are made to see God’s beauty… the feet are made to walk on me… I like the sensation you make when you walks… keep going… open your eyes to see God’s most beautiful creation… I opened my eyes… I saw God’s hand made wonder… and I said: how can I walk on this… I will distort this beauty… I heard the wind saying again: walk… walk… move on… I did it… and my footprints disappeared under a new collection of yellow leaves… Then I found myself in the middle of this forest… as if I came from nowhere… as if I was born that mome...