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La semplicità è la forma della vera eleganza. [Explore thx to all] by uccia♥photography on Flickr.
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La semplicità è la forma della vera eleganza. [Explore thx to all] by uccia♥photography on Flickr.
precious like
life
like time
like love
i hold thee
in mine
like you hold
this time
in yourself
safe…
Swamp (a.k.a. Grey Riding Hood)
Digital
in light
covered
in fur safe
in a calm posture
she stood looking
at the moving time
at the waves caused
by eternity
around her existence
her breathing
slowly and subtly
adding meanings
to each moment
passing…
(via darksilenceinsuburbia)
it brings me
of a far away memory
when i dreamed
of me running away
away from everything
and ending up
in a place
in a moment
so similar to this
and i was alone
free
breathing
life!
the fluid
fills my heart
through
my eyes
and the sunlight
just makes it all
more visible…
more warm…
more memorable…
(via purplefairies)
Iceland’s landscape in black and white; when photography is not about colours but about emotions. Fierce, stark and ethereal. This is how German photographer Michael Schlegel sees Iceland. An empty, primitive land where the only inhabitants are the elements of nature. The combination of simple frames and high contrasts with the wise choice of shutter speed captures the beauty of the landscape, the wind, the fog and the running waters.
Schlegel’s project “Iceland” won first place in Fine Art/Landscape at the International Photography Awards. His work has been featured among many others in Black & White Magazine, Zoom Magazine and D-La Repubblica. His most recent exhibitions include Sylt & Iceland – Flo Peters Gallery, Germany and Iceland & Australia – Photo Münsingen in Switzerland.
there’s something
about lines
random lines
straight lines
merging with
the rebellious ones
silently changing
and shaping
each other’s behaviors
like enemies
like friends
like people
like rivers
colliding
trespassing each other’s ways
with bold courage
there’s something
about lines
about the silence
that’s filled in their running lengths
in their turns
in their moods
in their seasons
in their winters
in their rains
their constant murmurs
as they move to
the other side of
this page…
there’s something
hidden in their
subtle dance
of expressive adamance…
