Monday, 12 May 2014

where sleeping beauty softly whispers in her sleep

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10 comments:

  1. Roxana12 May 2014 at 17:16

    this is the first post of a series dedicated to the Belogradchik Fortress, in Bulgaria, which i visited this spring...

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  2. pensum12 May 2014 at 23:46

    :)

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  3. UIFPW0813 May 2014 at 15:46

    Fantastic reportage
    Morris

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  4. Miriam13 May 2014 at 21:30

    si ea se acopera cu stancile,si lasa suvite de ramuri peste ochii ei deschisi ca norii,si urca acele scari cu glezne de brad, asa imi imaginez despre ea. in toata aceasta magnitudine a ei, ea nu poate fi acolo decat deplin singura,de ajuns ei insesi, atotstapanitoare, fara nimic in antiteza,ea se intinde, asa cred acum, peste tot pamantul, si dealurile sunt iluziile optice ale unui fel in care ne-am ales sa vedem lumea.
    este atata tacere incremenita aici, incat noaptea sau dimineata nu pot aparea,si nici misca vreun ram.

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    1. Roxana19 May 2014 at 21:36

      ştiam că te vei adânci în reverii despre Ea :-)

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  5. Stickup Artist14 May 2014 at 08:10

    You know I'm LOVING these: the subject, the mood, the cloudy skies, the dense compositions, then further on those great shapes, both negative and positive. You are very versatile, yet always stay true.

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    1. Roxana19 May 2014 at 21:37

      there will be more stones, with strange and mysterious shapes, and yes, i am thinking of you and your landscapes when i show this :-)

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  6. Prospero22 May 2014 at 19:40

    There is a transition in this series from brightness to semi-darkness, and it can be said that this clever arrangement perfectly underscores the necessity that in keeping with natural rhythms Sleeping Beauty must, at some imprecise juncture, not wanting to put too fine a point on it, sleep, and, even though this detail is absent in many of the popular incarnations of the tale, whisper a soft susurrus at the first discernible sign of twilight.

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