14.6.12

Janela Sobre Vidas Perdidas

Janela Sobre Vidas Perdidas

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  1. I once loved a girl, but she couldn’t take that I visited troublesome houses. She’d say, when I got home, to leave her alone. She could taste trouble on my mouth. When she was gone I missed her, I did...and still went to troublesome places. (Bonnie "Prince" Billy)

    Caught in between the textured wooden wall & the window leading into the black. Feels like life on an open road. Between to towns, passing the time. At least we stand before these houses with black windows, the sun on our backs & all we got is the two of us, the stories to tell, the songs to be sung & the images to share.

    We don't get lost in there. We get lost in these beauties of yours, Francis. And that feels damn good!

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

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  2. makes one wonder what's inside.. :) nice shot!

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  3. J aime bien cette compo, ah si seulement y a vait un petit bout de tête qui dépasse ...

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  4. @ Arnhoc : Une tête qui dépasse, oui mais ce serait une autre histoire. Ici, cette maison n'est habitée que par des fantômes. C'est d'ailleurs ce que le titre suggère.

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  5. I LOVE this image... the simplicity, the textures, the composition... the darkness of the place beyond the window. Very well done!

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