Wednesday 17 March 2010: I spent the day at a photographer's studio...
and I found love...
...torn up and thrown down
in the yard outside. Perhaps passed-by by most.
I met photographers, people who clearly who love their work. It shows, inspires, transmits a desire to be part of it too.
And I reflected again how strange to be introduced to 'real' photographers as a photographer, and then to speak to them as though I was one too. This keeps happening to me. My camera is held together with tape.
Another in an incidental series. You never know where love might strike.
Comments
great to see how a fluffy heart is able to stand the mischief from the winter!
byvägen: related to your text...i'm in the same kind of flow right now... strange feeling...when in a shape of bad self-confidence...(talking about myself now!) :D
~ akedi
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