tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546869265441475268.post2099383153710315849..comments2023-09-25T01:46:42.408-07:00Comments on Theatre of the Sublime: I could follow you to the beginning...dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823674984613687596noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546869265441475268.post-9809438086790886242011-07-23T12:30:24.251-07:002011-07-23T12:30:24.251-07:00http://www.flickr.com/photos/dianepowers/422224293...http://www.flickr.com/photos/dianepowers/4222242939/dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11823674984613687596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546869265441475268.post-71121750226055992342011-07-23T12:20:50.697-07:002011-07-23T12:20:50.697-07:00Thank you for your visit :) All the photos from t...Thank you for your visit :) All the photos from this shoot have special meaning to what was going on in my life at the time. Your interpretative thoughts flow very much with my own. When I do get lost in the past and what could have been I try to remember to give it its proper place in time. <br /><br />What you can't see in this photo is the beautiful Todd Frahm sculpture she is reclining on. <br />Everyday I watched this artist turn this enormous outreached hand out of stone sometimes with a chain saw that turned the sky to a snow of fine white dust. Somehow emerging in front of my eyes was this metaphysical symbol of both my surrender and my conflict. http://www.flickr.com/photos/dianepowers/3680154539/in/photostream<br /><br />Thank you so much for your interest and thoughts it means a lot to me xoxo<br />Dianedianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11823674984613687596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546869265441475268.post-36465269871027731512011-07-23T00:31:01.000-07:002011-07-23T00:31:01.000-07:00It is so nice to see you at the light of a sunny d...It is so nice to see you at the light of a sunny day...:).Does this photo have a particular meaning for you? I guess each photo has an own story... :) <br /><br />The remembrance of the start of a love story takes often melanchony: there was a promise of a neverending love, projects, a new life. But I think we have always look straight-forwad, along the street as we are who we are just because of what happened to us in the past. Experiences make our personality. So, a nice remembrance is welcome, but, after the open-eyes-dream there is the reality, waiting for us...:)<br />Sorry for the long comment, today I feel a bit philosopher :D.<br />Kisses and hugsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com