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In the old town of Erfurt / Germany. A woman pushes her bike through an alley with old half-timbered houses. Impressionist street photography in black and white.
This woman carryies okra from her fields near Tamale, Ghana. Okra is often harvested by women to supplement their incomes (USAID/Elisa Walton).
'Woman' an exhibition by me @ The Eye Art Gallery.
The official opening party will be next Thursday, 2nd of March, however, I already finished hanging my works on the gallery walls. So your're welcome to have a sneak peek
Here's your limo to The Eye: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Cape%20Paradise/…/1252
Time Opening party: 1 pm SLT (= 22 hrs Amsterdam time)
Music by DJ Ferdy ( Ferdynand Straaf)
Looking forward to next week
A woman on a bench at Cushendall, Antrim.
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I wonder if she spent her first hours of the new year alone, or with loved ones or maybe even alone, with loved ones.
"LINES ON A YOUNG LADY'S PHOTOGRAPH ALBUM"
By Philip Larkin
At last you yielded up the album, which
Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages
Matt and glossy on the thick black pages!
Too much confectionery, too rich:
I choke on such nutritious images.
My swivel eye hungers from pose to pose --
In pigtails, clutching a reluctant cat;
Or furred yourself, a sweet girl-graduate;
Or lifting a heavy-headed rose
Beneath a trellis, or in a trilby-hat
(Faintly disturbing, that, in several ways) --
From every side you strike at my control,
Not least through those these disquieting chaps who loll
At ease about your earlier days:
Not quite your class, I'd say, dear, on the whole.
But o, photography! as no art is,
Faithful and disappointing! that records
Dull days as dull, and hold-it smiles as frauds,
And will not censor blemishes
Like washing-lines, and Hall's-Distemper boards,
But shows a cat as disinclined, and shades
A chin as doubled when it is, what grace
Your candour thus confers upon her face!
How overwhelmingly persuades
That this is a real girl in a real place,
In every sense empirically true!
Or is it just the past? Those flowers, that gate,
These misty parks and motors, lacerate
Simply by being you; you
Contract my heart by looking out of date.
Yes, true; but in the end, surely, we cry
Not only at exclusion, but because
It leaves us free to cry. We know what was
Won't call on us to justify
Our grief, however hard we yowl across
The gap from eye to page. So I am left
To mourn (without a chance of consequence)
You, balanced on a bike against a fence;
To wonder if you'd spot the theft
Of this one of you bathing; to condense,
In short, a past that no one now can share,
No matter whose your future; calm and dry,
It holds you like a heaven, and you lie
Unvariably lovely there,
Smaller and clearer as the years go by.
dato che l'8 marzo è la festa della donna :)
auguri a tutte le donne! <3
(si è vero, il mio sguardo è inquietante! xD )
this is the "Memorial to Women", in South America, ......but for me, every day are the women's day.......
(For the other half of the sky)
Woman I can
My mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness
After all I'm
forever in your debt
And woman I will try to express
My inner feelings
For showing me the meaning of success
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo,
Woman I know you understand
The little child inside of the
Please remember my life is in your hands
And woman hold me close to
However distant don't keep us apart
After all it is written in
Woman please let me explain
I never meant to cause you
sorrow or pain
So let me tell you again and again and again
you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah
I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
A woman working in a rice field near Tananarive.
1/Jan/1981. Tananarive, Madagascar. UN Photo/Lucien Rajaonina. www.unmultimedia.org/photo/