She's the one - who (as I recall, as good as singlehandedly) introduced me to the madness of flickr and thus is at least partly responsible for an addiction of mine that has been lasting for several years now already. And she is unwavering in her resolve to keep the 'unfound' tag on flickr alive. Godspeed, misscaro… Read more

She's the one - who (as I recall, as good as singlehandedly) introduced me to the madness of flickr and thus is at least partly responsible for an addiction of mine that has been lasting for several years now already. And she is unwavering in her resolve to keep the 'unfound' tag on flickr alive. Godspeed, misscaro.

Caro trägt ihr Herz auf ihrem Ärmel... und sie fotografiert ihren Ärmel für alle, zu sehen. Caro wears her heart on her sleeve... and she photographs her sleeve for everyone to see. It is very easy to be attracted to Caro's stream... her face could very easily be found on glamour magazines. But while her physical… Read more

Caro trägt ihr Herz auf ihrem Ärmel... und sie fotografiert ihren Ärmel für alle, zu sehen. Caro wears her heart on her sleeve... and she photographs her sleeve for everyone to see. It is very easy to be attracted to Caro's stream... her face could very easily be found on glamour magazines. But while her physical beauty might have drawn me in, it is her photographic stories -- awash with her inner beauty -- that hold me and keep bringing me back. We witness her days virtually in real time, complete with commentary, laughter and tears. Of all Caro's photos, I particularly love her clever self-portraits... whether taken in mirrors, from odd angles, in speeding cars or rumpled beds. I often feel as though I know what's on her mind as she releases the shutter. From the moment she opens her eyes in the morning to the moment she allows them to close in sleep, Caro lives life fully: mindfully, bountifully, artfully, colourfully, beautifully. Her photographs are evidence of that. I am pleased and honoured to call Caro "Mein Freund".