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marcelo léonard
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16 Tuesday Sep 2014
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Mannequins?
Thanks Allan
It is a mishmash of human beings and mannequins.
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Such a great mood!
Thanks vastlycurious
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I want to follow. Hauntingly beautiful, as always.
Thanks Elena.
I also want to follow in your footsteps, both artistic and aesthetic.
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These spirits from the other side have no smiles. On this side, I smile for you now, and hope you smile back. _Resa xo
Thanks Resa
Since we ourselves have created all those spirits that torment and blog us, we have to make the effort now to do our utmost to recover the smile to dispel all those ghosts.
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“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”
Buddha
Surreal and intriguing! It’s like a memory, a dream, a vision. Makes me think of angels. Can’t see wings, but the haziness makes me believe there might be wings! 🙂
Thanks Suzi.
Perhaps it is only a strange story about a man within whom live an angel and a demon.
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Haunting shadows that come out to play in the dark . . .
Thanks Patti
Imaginary visions appearing from the bottom of our soul, memories that are slowly fading away.
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Hermosa e inquietante.
Gracias Eduardo.
Como esos sueños que al desperar nos dejan una sensación agridulce.
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Nice exclusion , you are correct and brought it well , the dark part . It let me look . Therefore I press ‘like’
Thanks Bart
Photography is not only about the light but also about the darkness.
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Beautiful image.
visually seeing
emptiness within a soul
continuing life
Thanks Debby for the beautiful poem.
There are emotional vacuums difficult to refill.
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Sutiles formas y sombras. Bailarinas, ángeles, sueños … ¿qué son? todo cabe en tus fotografías !! Que bonito ese movimiento que se intuye.
Gracias Carlos,
Por el puente que une nuestro ayer y nuestro hoy circulan efímeros, ingrávidos y fugaces nuestros temores y deseos.
Un abrazo
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This is wonderful, Marcelo!
Thanks Lisa
I appreciate your kind support.
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flesh that moves with the breeze…
Thanks Karen
Breezes that take back and forth illusions and dream wilted and dry because of the time’s action.
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You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a thousand pieces.
Why are you far away?
Priest Buson
With a thousand bowings
Thanks Brenda
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Sad if one watched it deep into night:
I’ll put no more thought into the autumn moon near the hills.
Shikishi
A wonderful shot with a great narrative
Thanks serialphotographer.
I always try to put my thoughts into images, creating a narrative which is not always easy to understand.
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Great image. I love that suggestion of the human frame, but leaves it up to the individual ‘see’ what they will.
Thanks Vicki.
Our mind frames our thoughts and they shape our perception of things.
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Another beauty, Marcelo. Welcome back. 🙂
Thanks Ashley
A self-portrait of solitude.
Evanescent images of people who is there without being there.
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I might have to include it on strata of the self, then. 🙂
Thanks Ashley.
It would be an honour for me.
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Thank you. 🙂
You are welcome 🙂
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This is about the soul…
Thanks Malin
Yes, a distressed one
Fleeting shadows is all that remain of our broken dreams
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Wonderful photo, Macelo. I like the gesture of the white arm.
Thanks Harrie
The brightest part of a scene always attracts our attention but it is in the darkness where we find the answers.
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