Friday, 31 August 2012

last summer day





















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20 comments:

  1. Plum'31 August 2012 at 11:05

    Très douces ces photos. La dernière est magnifique.

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  2. Michael T Stowers31 August 2012 at 11:34

    Beautiful. I am sure it is not the last summer day, but that there will be many more. (-:

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  3. Prospero31 August 2012 at 21:33

    This wildflowery triptych adduces certain perennial truths: i ascertain that our intrepid heroine ends up alone, her tow-haired suitor (a doppelgänger, so typical in these late summer romances) vanishing like a pocket full of change at a penny arcade. (i'm referring to the penny arcades of old, naturally, for credit cards and internet bingo have today gained favor).

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  4. manu31 August 2012 at 22:40

    the pixies in the garden...

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  5. mythopolis1 September 2012 at 03:54

    These are enchanting photos...like a fairytale.

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  6. Sharon1 September 2012 at 06:54

    Please say it isn't so! These images make me wish for an endless end of summer. So beautiful.

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  7. Lydia1 September 2012 at 11:53

    But with such delicate flowers still in bloom how can we say goodbye to summer? :(
    It is leaving us here, too, and I lament that I will look back on it and say, I was only slightly there.

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  8. Anonymous2 September 2012 at 10:26

    we wait for those summer days, dark only for a few hours. and the open field, where it is permitted that I remember you.

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  9. James Owens2 September 2012 at 23:14

    the purest enchantment of a summer day that lasts eternally and is gone too quickly ... the last photo is magnificent, and i can't stop believing that she looks from the final edge of the summer into the approach of autumn, feeling the first shiver of cool air along her arms, even at her age ...

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  10. Owen3 September 2012 at 01:32

    Why is it that the Floating Bridge touches one's soul like nowhere else on the internet, or in the universe ?

    Those eyes in the third picture, an infinity of emotions...

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  11. Anonymous3 September 2012 at 10:46

    ah my beautiful friend thankyou for this magnificent masterpeice filled with joy. YES we are dancing on the bridge.with these beautiful children and the ecstatic earth draped in a brilliant yellow landscape.

    for me in this photo each daisy petal is a golden glorious forget me not to the future spectrum of the summer of humanity and the one after that and the one after that to the eternal golden thread spinner of summers and the messianic coming and the eternal febrile fertility rain pouring over the parched soul and the child couple's joyous anticipation of eternal procreation of the neverending new generations
    and the rebirth of luminous sunbeamed thoughts of forget me nots presented in a bouquet to the goddess of the floating bridge of dreams.
    sending you golden summer kisses.

    ps. that was fun.

    let's keep dancing even through winter storms.
    I am just rambling on here but one winter I remember writing about a newly found love and I said how powerful the love was and perhaps because the love had entered my life unexpectedly and therefore with more force.

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  12. renée3 September 2012 at 11:46

    wie schön ist dieses meer von blumen und die kinder, die reinen, die mit diesem so wunderbar harmonisieren! so sehr gebraucht, heute, diese hellen, guten farben, die das herz beruhigen. ich danke dir, liebste prinzessin!
    renée

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  13. bluestorm4 September 2012 at 01:04

    reminds me of what really matters in life: "the sunny disposition of a child"... then the change of seasons is of no essence, isn't it? ...
    thank you for these enchanted series, roxana!
    gorgeous, as always.

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  14. Marion McCready4 September 2012 at 01:36

    I'm speechless at that last photo, such symbolism and an eeriness I can't describe. probably my second favourite photograph of yours.

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  15. billoo6 September 2012 at 09:26

    why is there so much sadness in your pictures?! or is it just us?

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  16. Miriam6 September 2012 at 20:22

    cum isi soptesc ei secretele,in galbenul acela care anunta,atat de nepasatori,desprinzandu-se din randul culorilor;apoi renunta la soapte,gesturile sunt de ajuns,probabil,iar la final,tacerea,singuratatea care poarta in ea toate amintirile;cand era vara,cand eram filigrinati si acea superbie era numai a noastra.
    (m-am tot intrebat,privind,daca fetita chiar exista sau este o extrapolare a izbucnirii estivale,nestavilita si imposibil de transpus mai exact decat intr-un caliciu:) )

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  17. Anonymous10 September 2012 at 20:53


    and my soul breaths through these fields.
    my god is love and light but the catholic prayer book can be a source of inspiration and meditation for me and I read a beautiful line how God is the harvester and our souls are the field and this post inspired me to reflect on this -yes we are fields of light and love.

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  18. Stickup Artist13 September 2012 at 05:02

    Such scenes I can only dream of from my "harsh" and sandy environment. Makes me think of the movie title "Field of Dreams." The last image is particularly haunting. I use that word often in my comments here, but I mean it in the best of ways. (Unforgettable is just too light a word).

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  19. Roxana17 September 2012 at 17:47

    thank you, my dear friends, for being here despite my absence and silence lately, i am afraid it will take a while until i can return to the usual bridge-liveliness... i miss my photos, and you! :-)

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  20. A l a i n 9 October 2012 at 11:36

    Les enfants dans les couleurs chaque nation les enfants danse chante , mais trop souvent ils sont dans la misère des guerres...

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