About Me
- onesilentwinter
- i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Last night I found myself taking a drive to the ocean, after a meal
with a friend we decided to walk. I felt my bare feet on the sand
and the waves crashing at my feet, I felt my heart lighten and a
smile come to my face. I was happy, i knew it, i recognized it in fact
I even giggled and twirled. The water was so crisp and perfect.......I knew I wanted
to do this again and again. I knew that I had shed a non-essential, because my happiness
felt way beyond skin deep.
*the picture above is from my trip in St.croix- i did not have my camera on hand last night
there was not a cloud in the sky last night- just stars plenty of start
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What a wonderful evening! So happy to hear you are happy. That is one gorgeous photo you've posted.
Cette dernière photographie est celle qui appelle le départ, une fuite sans paramètres, une envie de s'évanouir tendrement vers des ailleurs aux confins interminables, et là il pourrait y avoir des mots qui auront été dits, des murmures qui ne seraient que l'apanage d'une relation unique entre deux être d'ailleurs. Cette photographie fait peur, car elle est unique, car elle se démarque de toutes les autres, elle appelle à une romantique évasion, elle ne raconte que ce qui se trouve là, rien d'autre, elle privilégie l'exclusivité, on ne sait pas où elle nous conduit, mais nous y pressentons tout de même un merveilleux laxisme vers lequel je me sens incliner, vers lequel je suis convaincu de pouvoir oublier toute cette réalité artificielle, cette vie qui ne dit pas souvent la vérité des âmes, des songes, des désirs. Magnifique photographie.
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