With the first frost, this past weekend, J and I woke and drove into the mountains to catch the early light. It was a short break but as we drove under that giant mountain, and into the gorge, it was as if we passed through some secret passage- into the another world.
I am not being faithful to this place, and my photos, and so I am not faithful to myself. I am full of shameful excuses but non will do. Lets hope I am getting better. I am ready to be myself again.
"She loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others." - Kundera
"For a moment she discovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name, or, if this were not within her power, to give birth out of love for life to successors who would do it in her place." - Pasternak
5 comments:
I love the tone to these images, they're brilliant, like something out of a magazine!
Beautiful, but sad pictures.
These photos and your blog in general is so lovely. I'll definitely be following from now on :)
Best,
Samantha
perfect !
lauantaimurhetytto.blogspot.com
These photos are magical x
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