Blend and Blur

At 6:30am this morning the sky was still dark and I was soothed with the cloudiness of it all.  It felt like I can hide in my room forever.  Then the soft rain poured.  

I grabbed my camera and just started taking blurred pictures, a habit I have acquired when I don't really know what to capture and when I don't really know what to say.

But I like how the colors blend in the blur.  It tells me that even in hazy moments and when all that is vague seems troublesome, sense can be found in the circumstance.






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