Wednesday 22 May 2013

the lost tree, the lost sky





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8 comments:

  1. o,ce frumoasa este ea,iar eu sunt fascinata,de un timp,de ferestrele incadrate de "retusuri",de ferestrele langa care se fac reparatii:)si rosul,si oglindirea hipnotica a copacilor acolo...
    este cumva una dintre ferestrele de la cladirea aceea care se vede din dormitorul lui Kiki si de pe balconul tau?...

    ce frumos si strans,fara sa para,tine acel rosu in ramele lui trasate clar toate reflectarile:)

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    1. daaa, acolo este, de fapt pregătisem postarea de mai de multă vreme, atunci când ai postat tu aceeaşi clădire, cu irişii in faţă - numai că nu erau irişi când am făcut eu fotografia, era încă iarnă, deşi târzie.

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  2. I thought of this picture in the complete opposite way! Despite everything, the window still has the capacity to reflect the world; despite all the terrible things, sky and tree remain the same, as beautiful as on the first day...

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    1. b, i know you won't believe it, but your interpretation (and the beautiful words you wrote about it, on your blog, when you showed this photo there) have convinced me - i mean, to adhere, emotionally, to your vision, and so my feelings about this image have changed :-)

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  3. R, what I felt about these windows was this:

    In the same way that the mindless diamond keeps
    one spark of the planet's early fires
    trapped forever in its net of ice,...

    ---D.P.

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    1. yes...

      and this:

      "The world, the narrowing down of vision, the distorted images, the weary faces. And yet, still this tentative holding on to things that last, to things that change: sky and tree, wind and star." i should put this next to the photo, in the post itself!!!

      thank you so much, so much.

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  4. post-communist windows - love it!! red mouths eating up the tree and the sky!

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  5. m-au cucerit intotdeauna ferestrele si suprafetele lucioase care reflecta lumea. am si eu zeci de imagini cu geamuri in care se reflecta aproape de-neatinsul. ma captiveaza cum in ele, in aceste suprafete, lumile se suprapun, timpul este simultan si dispare continuitatea.

    minunata antiteza pe care ai creat-o, fineturile cele mai iubite sunt prinse in forme prea ferme.

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