– Guatama Siddharta
The sun hides behind veils of gray. Shadows vanish.
Umbrellas lift upright like vinyl turtle shells. They provide shelter from the storm like a righteous life shelters the conscience from misery – a shield to heaven’s tears. Painful pangs of memories pelt the membrane of the mind, collecting in cool, stirring puddles.
But the grayness, the misery, the huddled sheltering, soothes. Not just the hard dry land beneath, but also the troubled soul. The moist sobs from an uncertain sky show a seemingly disinterested world mimicking a sad human heart. Makes one feel not so alone. There is understanding out there.
Our roaming photographer captured this image at Alvord’s Homecoming Parade last Friday. He wanted to give sight to the sound of rain tapping on fragile shelters – solace found in misery.