Apocalypse
The allegory of the rainy days Storms come riding like the Apocalypse Horsemen As seen by the technological cavemen’s that we are We do not respect nature’s power as we should We only fear the blabber of the social media kings Photo Hugh Ardoin The Urban Landscapes
While we are sitting idle waiting for the Apocalypse The tide of our own garbage continues to rise The horsemen of Apocalypse will not be what we expect Here comes the recycling cart and his riders Too little, too late… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Americas Gallery
A vicar walks his old dog in the London mews The romantic scene comes with some warnings The dog looks like one of the hounds of Apocalypse A sign on a closed door cautions about deep excavations Could this possibly be Hell ? It was a cold and sunny day… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners […]
The beach is deserted under the spell of dark foreboding clouds Riders of the storm racing like the mares of an Apocalypse to come The dreamy Ipanema girls and the cariocas have gone back to the hills The sky comes ever lower, almost touching the sea bleeding their colors We look up at the deluvian […]