A NEW DAWN…
AB FAV for today…
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NATURE... amongst ALL the bad news, I WILL CONTINUE with BEAUTY.
FEBRUARY, a whole month of love.
The bells have rung, the echoes sound
The day is gone
Ay, Marieke, Marieke
In Flanders field the echoes sound
The day is gone
(excerpt fom 'Ay Marieke' by Jacques Brel)
This flat, windswept land, so fertile, so mutilated in the past.
The stretch behind the dunes is still, like in the Middle Ages dotted with those 'round' villages. Church and graveyard in the centre, houses around in a circle, the road, often still cobblestones, meandering through it.
Flanders... where I was born...
It was a soft windstill morning, a beautiful silence caressed my ears, the layered fog effacing whole sections of the land from my eyes, trailing capriciously in the sigh of the sunrise, becoming less denser in the upcoming light…
I left the bottom in because that's how it was, grey and darker and lighter again.
Thank you for your visit, Magda, (*_*)
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A NEW DAWN…
AB FAV for today…
www.facebook.com/groups/1148438991917313/
NATURE... amongst ALL the bad news, I WILL CONTINUE with BEAUTY.
FEBRUARY, a whole month of love.
The bells have rung, the echoes sound
The day is gone
Ay, Marieke, Marieke
In Flanders field the echoes sound
The day is gone
(excerpt fom 'Ay Marieke' by Jacques Brel)
This flat, windswept land, so fertile, so mutilated in the past.
The stretch behind the dunes is still, like in the Middle Ages dotted with those 'round' villages. Church and graveyard in the centre, houses around in a circle, the road, often still cobblestones, meandering through it.
Flanders... where I was born...
It was a soft windstill morning, a beautiful silence caressed my ears, the layered fog effacing whole sections of the land from my eyes, trailing capriciously in the sigh of the sunrise, becoming less denser in the upcoming light…
I left the bottom in because that's how it was, grey and darker and lighter again.
Thank you for your visit, Magda, (*_*)
For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved