not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, September 17, 2012

dragonfly and me


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  1. Oh wow.. what lens did you use for this? This is beautiful!

    ~shoes~

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    1. red shoes, i pay so little attention to these things but i think this was a rare occasion when i actually changed lenses and put my macro on.

      xo
      erin

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  2. fantastic.
    is it a real capture? fab either way, i adore dragonflies.

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    1. monica, this dragonfly had just died, i imagine. its body was still supple and absolutely intact. in fact whenever a breeze passed its wings the wings vibrated and the whole body became animated. it seemed like only such a sliver away from life.

      xo
      erin

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    1. simone figus. who might you be?

      thank you))

      xo
      erin

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    1. ollie, yes, more or less, right there. always - more or less - right there:)

      xo
      erin

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  5. à regarder de près nos vies ne sont elles pas si sembables à ces ailes précieuses, fragiles et si éphèméres.
    évidémment que c'est réussi, une image au cadrage subtil et épuré.
    Bel technique de maitrise de macro.Du travail d'orfèvre.
    Bien à vous Erin.
    Une très bonne fin d'après-midi.

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    1. oeil libre)) thank you so much. ephemeral and fragile, as we all are. and the netting of the wing to the matrix of my skin, such specificity of creature and yet kin))

      xo
      erin

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  6. what beautiful, unmarred wings. my dragonflies here in louisiana seem to always be battered, tattered and worn...i guess the sign of a long dragonfly life. :-) i've loved dragonflies since i was a small child. they speak to my water nature as they spend most of their lives underwater before taking to the sky. i envy them this dual nature. xo

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