A Pictorial Story of The Endless Horizon

The horizon, infinitely theatrical. The sky rises gracefully from the horizon like a living canvas of shifting colours. The clouds and the sea, constantly embraces each other in a poetic dance. Occasionally muted, the horizon is frequently animated with such beautiful surreal colours that only those who pays attention could fathom its eloquent expression of intimately relatable feelings of joy, sadness, pain and happiness. It does not speak, it does not cry or laugh, but through colours the horizon speaks to us in innumerable ways. These are timeless moments that I was lucky enough to have chanced upon for the last 15 years, when the sky sang and danced with the sea so elegantly. All we need to do is open our eyes and listen with our hearts. 





When we see beauty in a sky draped in dark dreary clouds, yet finding an indescribably comforting feeling with a bright glowing sliver of hope - this perhaps is the moment when we have begun to accept death while at the same time finding the courage to honour life. 


" Death exists because there is life. Both are inextricably intertwined. Understand death and we will find the wisdom to live well ", 14th Nov, 2020.







Subtle shades and changing colours. Even sunrise has a different personality on different islands. 
















The distant Sears Tower peeking above a random high rise in the congested Chicago skyline. Nothing but jagged spikes and shades of brown and grey reflected off tall shimmering glass facades. A beautiful representation of our human civilisation, though an ugly image of countless lost souls in our frantic world of capitalism.

Allow me to end this story with a scene of the urban city. The horizon blanketed with smog and peppered with random spikes of concrete towers. Glow of dawn cast an unusual tint of glamour over the distant twin towers - associated with being a city of such towering stature. Is happiness hiding within the maze of building blocks? A scene of unsettling perspective of the urban frantic pace of life, yet an image truly capturing a sense of contemplative surrealness. Breathe we shall, for living we must.

© All Images Copyright 2020 by Cedric K.H. Goh 

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