Un blog écrit en français, avec des photos des collages des dessins, des créations digitales, des récits de rêves, des chroniques des microfictions et encore bien d'autres bizarreries...
A blog written in french with photos, collages, drawings, digital paintings, dream stories, chronicles, microfictions and a few other oddities.
as one photo follows the next scale is lost and the boy appears a giant to this transient city of sand. each photograph alone is wonderful as a photograph. together they tell a different story that somehow leaves me shaken just a little, or perhaps it is my mood. sometimes we can know we will die and sometimes we see into it and through it, out onto the other side.
Yes ... It also could be something like that... Maybe it means our lives are like sand castles... There is almost nothing left after.... it was not my first intention... But now with your point of view, I look at those pictures in a different way
as one photo follows the next scale is lost and the boy appears a giant to this transient city of sand. each photograph alone is wonderful as a photograph. together they tell a different story that somehow leaves me shaken just a little, or perhaps it is my mood. sometimes we can know we will die and sometimes we see into it and through it, out onto the other side.
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Yes ... It also could be something like that... Maybe it means our lives are like sand castles... There is almost nothing left after.... it was not my first intention... But now with your point of view, I look at those pictures in a different way
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