The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera / Dorothea Lange
These are wonderful Jeanne! A poem read in a low whispering voice, a poem about the small things that matters the most…friendship, trust maybe even love.I love these
my beloved series of yours, have no words...
I love the flow, the movement...in these still images..are they stills?they just keep on moving and dancing before my eyes/Ulf
Dark and unusual poems from you Jeanne - but so niceJeanette
yes, Ulf, they are stills.
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I love this, Jeanne... pretty much speechless, like Marcin...
These are wonderful Jeanne! A poem read in a low whispering voice, a poem about the small things that matters the most…friendship, trust maybe even love.
ReplyDeleteI love these
my beloved series of yours, have no words...
ReplyDeleteI love the flow, the movement...in these still images..are they stills?
ReplyDeletethey just keep on moving and dancing before my eyes
/Ulf
Dark and unusual poems from you Jeanne - but so nice
ReplyDeleteJeanette
yes, Ulf, they are stills.
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ReplyDeleteI love this, Jeanne... pretty much speechless, like Marcin...
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