A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
“The older you get the stronger the wind gets – and it’s always in your face.”
we will always be the strongest ……
even if the wind bulge body. marcello
Thank you so much, Marcello – for your very soft words…
I think we all have to face the music and the wind.
…and I think you are so right, Hanno!! (…smiling…)
So true… and beautiful self portraits my friend!
Thank you so very much, my dear Malin!!
My pleasure Kari. 🙂
It feels like you’re taking your photography one step further and it requires a lot of courage. I look forward to see your progress in your work.
…oh, Malin, what a lovely thing to say to me… what do you see?…
I see even more vulnerability, but I also see this transparency (more than before) and as I see it, you’ve become a little more brave/bolder. I can’t put my finger on exactly what I see… it’s hard to explain, but I guess you understand what I mean. 🙂
Thank you so much, my dear…really… (…smiling…)
Great photos; and you seem pensive, maybe just a bit sad, but resigned at the same time, in these images.
The wind can be everything one can imagine, that’s the beauty of it and the problem. It can push someone rapidly in a pleasurable direction. Make another fall. When you get it right in the eyes for too long, it makes you cry. But it can make you shiver. It’s a caress; a tornado. It goes hand in hand with the other elements, too. It makes the waters gently flows or become tsunamis. It’s god and the devil as one, but if it’s not there, you suffocate; so you bear with it or pray for its return; never knowing which incarnation it will take.
I sang about the wind, but I didn’t know what I was talking about. In a song, I said that I wanted to become the wind. Sometimes, you write something and you’re proud of your idea; I still like that song; but to incarnate the wind is not the task of a poor human I think!
Benoit – thank you for your words, and it is my feelings too…
About your song, of course I would like to hear it, human or not, we still can imagine, think and feel things beyond ourselfs… and that the beauty of it…
(…smiling for you, and so, so much…)
Lovely Kari-love the red hair against the white tiles and hat-very striking!
…my white swan…
Thank you so much, Meg – love your comments!!
The Birth of Venus! The second image makes me think of this painting.
Are you standing in a shell, Kari? Love these!!
Oh, Karen – you make me blush… (…smiling…)
Thank you so much!!
as Picasso said, there are the artists who are through their art and intelligence, transform a yellow smudge in the sun. You’re such an artist Kari for me.
Thank you, thank you… (…and that big smile for you too…)
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