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Corona was the time for cleaning and clearing out. During this activity, I also cleared out the attic and came across a box that I found at my parents' house when I was clearing out their household. A very emotional experience. In this box was everything that my mother saved for the Christmas season. Including these silver Christmas tree balls. These balls are at least as old as I am.
I wish you a merry and peaceful Christmas.
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Thousands of Young Tearful Eyes Waiting to Be Rescued, Begging For Mercy.
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e7m .. Sorry Lil Sis 4 Making U cry Just To Take A Photo =P
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ATTENTION : I REPEAT ^^" SHE'S A GIRL PEOPLE ..
I'm thinking about childhood and how important it is for the psychology of an adult person. We take care of ours kids' health, their body. Do we take care in the same way their souls?
I saw children with probematic childhood to grow beautifully like a rose in the desert. I call them miracles! But, also, I saw children drug addict, alcoholic, violent and in depression. Kids are the future of our world. It's in our hand to choose the prevention of their souls and not only of their bodys. It's in our hand to make our world beautiful!
Childhood is very pleasant indeed.
we are free to do anything without a load,
even without shame.
which we know is enjoying time
with playing and having fun..
time, it moved so fast; those days are over now
but no matter how old you grow those sweet childhood memories well remain in the corner of your mind
“It is an illusion that photos are made with the camera…
they are made with the eye, heart and head.”
[Henry Cartier Bresson]
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Still life.
We grow up, and we remember little details of our childhood. Images, smells, sounds, feelings, thoughts, lesson learnt, moments and situations. All little things perhaps, but as a child they seem so big. They shape who we are as adults. They help us grow, and they last a lifetime.
Perhaps, after we pass, memories of life will be like our memories of childhood.
Perhaps, we are all children growing up for the next stage.
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ودي ارجع معك طفلة صغيرة ..
العب بالرمل .. وابني بيت صغير بالطين ..
ويستثير هدوئي شيطانك وتتراقص في عيونك ابتسامة خبيثة ..
وتغافلني ..
وتهدم بيت احلامي .. وترمي نفسك على اطلاله تضحك و تضحك ..
وتستبطي صوت ضحكتي يتمازج بضحكتك ..
وتسكت .. وتلتفت لي ..
و تتوسع عيونك و تتوسلني
عشان ماتنزل دمعة الحزن من عيوني ..
وتفز من مكانك و تجلس جنبي ..
وتلامس اناملك الصغيرة رموشي الدامعة ..
و تقولي : أنا آسف .. كنت اريدج تضحكين ..
و أقولك : حراام عليك .. كنت ابني بيتي و بيتك ..
وتسكت و اسكت
و عيونا على بقايا بيتنا ..
و تقوم بهدؤ ..
وتجمع بقايا اركانه .. و تزينة بحديقة صغيرة ..
و اتبع حركاتك و تتجمد دموعي و تتلاشى ..
و ترتسم ابتسامة .. شكلها غير .. طعمها غير ..
واتقولي : خلاص رضيتي ؟!
واقولك : لا .. و تتوسع ابتسامتي ..
واوقف وامشي بهدوووؤ ملائكي ..
و اوقف ..
واخطي فوق بيتنا الصغير واهدمه.. وضحكه طفولية تسابقني ..
واستغل صدمتك
واركض وادخل تحت شيلة امي ..
واغمض عيوني عشان ماشوف عيونك وهي تهددني ..
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وتمر سنيـــــين
و سنيــــــــن
خدعتني وقلت لي كل الرجال تتشابه ..
خدعتني ..
و غيرك داس احلامي مثل بيت طفولتنا ..
وهانت عليه دموعي ..
و مامسحها ..
By: Me :)
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Yesterday morning I was up early getting ready to go pick up Ashley for a day out of shooting. When I started driving I noticed the clouds were so low in the sky. It felt like driving down a corridor where clouds replaced the ceiling. As I approached the canyon that I had to drive through to get to her, the fog became so thick I could barely see the car in front of me. I pulled off the road at the first chance I got, threw on my dress, set up my tripod and camera, and did what I felt in my heart was right to do. I didn't have an idea planned, but instantly I knew what would make me feel most fulfilled.
Shooting lasted 5 minutes and by the time I was finished I was soaked in mud - the bottom of the dress, my sneakers, the jumper I wore underneath. I felt bad because she was going to use that dress later in the day. When I arrived to pick her up I was warmly greeted with new shoes and a dryer to put the dress in, and all was well...or...all was *right*. Everything was in it's right place.
101/365.
No more self portraits only.
I'm sick of my face, I'm sure you are too.
I'm still gonna try to include self portraits [as many as I can] but some days I just won't be able to to...
And on days like that, you get pictures like this.
I've seen pictures like this all around Flickr and decided to do my own. So yah.
I'm missing childhood and my childhood friends. I know I'm only 15 and have a longass way to go but man I miss naptime like crazy. And I miss Dubai. And the people there.
What do you miss?
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THANK YOU GUYS <3
I don't understand the huge response. Lol.
"Dear, sweet, unforgettable childhood! Why does this irrevocable time, forever departed, seem brighter, more festive and richer than it actually was?"
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860-1904)
"I never have taken a picture I've intended. They're always better or worse."
Diane Arbus
This image is part of my series Juxtaposition.
Juxtaposition places two or more things side by side to elicit a response within the audience's mind.
To see more in this series visit Juxtaposition,
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