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033/365: the 2011 Edition | 2 Feb 2011_Lips for Love Letters
No photos today outside...
So some fun and serious over processing and texturing...
And I thought I should add an extract from a wonderful old love letter... to really create some context...
The thing I love about old love letters, is that they always create an image or two... something kinda like a photograph of a moment in time...
Pretty suitable theme for a picture for "from my heart to my hands"...
Rupert Brooke’ Love Letter
“I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same... And we love. And we've got the most amazing secrets and understandings. Noel, whom I love, who is so beautiful and wonderful. I think of you eating omlette on the ground. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning.
And that night was wonderfullest of all. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. You are so beautiful and wonderful that I daren't write to you... And kinder than God. Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you.”
033/365: the 2011 Edition | 2 Feb 2011_Lips for Love Letters
No photos today outside...
So some fun and serious over processing and texturing...
And I thought I should add an extract from a wonderful old love letter... to really create some context...
The thing I love about old love letters, is that they always create an image or two... something kinda like a photograph of a moment in time...
Pretty suitable theme for a picture for "from my heart to my hands"...
Rupert Brooke’ Love Letter
“I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same... And we love. And we've got the most amazing secrets and understandings. Noel, whom I love, who is so beautiful and wonderful. I think of you eating omlette on the ground. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning.
And that night was wonderfullest of all. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. You are so beautiful and wonderful that I daren't write to you... And kinder than God. Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you.”