it rained from early morning to late into the evening and still today it rains. the fog is character, a living thing here on the hill, always coming and going. sometimes i wish i could make a coat to wear from the fog, perhaps then i would be in the clouds for certain. the last few days maybe do to the books i am reading or the films i have watched, my mind, thoughts and heart have travelled back to a time where each day had four seasons, heartbreak, love, passion and fear. I have been telling myself while being told, do not live in the past it is what is ahead that is important, yes i suppose. i get caught up in beautiful pictures and words so often that i become afraid i will mix the present with the past, that someone will surely think i have lost it, that my mind has failed. sometimes i think that too, i think that my mind is giving up on me for it knows i live through my heart always.
*pictures were taken after eight in the evening, in the rain & fog. the before last image just happened ( well they all just happen )but i like it, so i included it. my mother in the photographs.
14 comments:
Your photographs are incredibly beautiful. There is a dreamlike quality to these.
Sometimes we see more clearly in the fog, rather than light of day.
Your landscape, wild and free, is so enchanting.
I love visiting.
Thank you, for sharing!
but as a lover of history or personal history, i think to use the past as a vehicle for the future can also be ok? but let the present and looking forward guide this, without sentimentality. maybe that's the key?
These photos are so moving. I am wearing the fog like an afro today, it's hanging around my head. xoxoxo
oh and i love that you are showing yourself more and more. I just love it.
dear deb, the woman in the photograph is my mother, i have no tripod or remote but glad to resemble my mother
love the mood of these ...
Such peaceful pictures. I love a good, thick fog that covers everything like a blanket.
The past made us what we are in the present, ready for the future. Don't let go of it- it is part of us.
For me too ,the past still live in me ...I don' t know exactly why.I've always the feelings it's easier for the others to forget and go ahead...
I need perhaps more time to" swallow" what's happened to me but for sure it's a part of me.
Your photos are full of mistery like a dream,like the past...
It also rains in France
Kisses from France
Dear Nadia,
the first pic could be a painting and one or two other photos too - wonderful.
You turn bad weather in good images.
Thank you,
Ariane.
OOhhhhhhhhhhh!
simply beautiful. your ability to transport us with your photos and your words is undeniable. thank you.
Such moving photographs ~ ♥!!
Tolstoy is probably one of the most handsome horses I've seen! Paintings within photographs indeed!
This is beautiful. Fog always makes me long for home and put me in that odd suspended state where past, present and future muddy. Don't worry, you're not losing your mind. And your heart is strong and beautiful.
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