Erin,The best one,so far..It seems personal even to me....Bless her..
manik, some moments ask us to shine. in this moment the subtlety of her shine is important here (for me).xoerin
Small poem for this great photo:In the year of 2012the world has no other wayto play a life to the old pianobut onlyby rememberinghow many feelingsdemonstratedon the back street of cryingThanksYannis Apostolos Politopoulos
erin - "old"can be a term of endearment...right?also this is such wise advice for your daughter!
yannis, welcome)))is this so? only through memory? i wonder if we don't always give past the gift of nostalgia and i wonder if we aren't always hostile to the present? i imagine the world in 1712, 1812, 1912. are we not always caught in the tension between past and present? and truly, doesn't the present always open a pocket for pain and joy?i am sensitive, however, to international differences. perhaps i am wrong. am i? tell me about your world.xoerin
Dear Erin. You are right. There are many versions of life. One such version is your black and white photos.I think with your sensitivity you managed to capture many versions of life together. Congratulations.
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))