Anyway... life goes on and it is only good we cannot look into the future. At least, not me. This 'future' I am in is as alien to me as sci-fi movies about the 21st century were when I was a kid. How one's own flesh and blood can cut the vein she came from. It's not her fault. But it still hurts. So I go on photographing things that find their way into my heart because of their sole existence that's appearing to me.
Like this snail that I found yesterday at the entrance of the building I live in - in the middle of a, for him, HUGE space... all alone... Like a magnet he attracted me and had me lying on my stomach making pictures of him. Because I so much would like to convey that feeling I'm getting when I see things like him. An inexplicable pure feeling, a connection with awe to nature. To the most primitive form of it that's -actually- the most sophisticated as well:
Happy birthday dear daughter - although you don't celebrate it and say you hate presents ...
2 comments:
Sometimes I wish children would know how much love we, parents, have for them. I'm sure they dont even begin to appreciate the intensity and the depth of that love.
I always tell my kids what my mom used to tell me- "you'd only know how much I love you when you will have kids yourself". The kids' reaction is always the same: "yeah yeah, we heard that 100 times already"....
Well, I forgot to say those things when they were needed to be said. My bad. I thought it was obvious. I loved my parents till death and they loved me and never knew (one of) my own children could think otherwise in our parent/child relationship. Indeed... my bad...
Thanks for commenting though. I really appreciate it.
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