I like taking random portrait photos. People on those pictures are always mysterious. Just like this man. Is he happy? What is he doing in here? Why is he sitting on this sand-stone wall? What does he do for living? Is he on holiday? What is he thinking of? I will never know. He will probably never know I took a picture. And that's why I love it.
he is not doing anything, he is dead, in that moment, isn't crazy? every photograph that we take is in the past, history, its no longer real, forever remaining, sitting, and thinking...
your right what was he thinking abt ? we will all die one day but him, he will remain the same thinking, and no one will ever be able to figure out his state of mind, is it love, pain, joy... is he alone....
your right what was he thinking abt ?
we will all die one day but him, he will remain the same thinking, and no one will ever be able to figure out his state of mind, is it love, pain, joy... is he alone....
confusing thoughts,
great photograph [link]
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bbk
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ain't there anymore snickers?
i love the simplicity! why are you so good at this?
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~a reflection in shadows and dreams~