Every photograph has a story to tell. Tales that make you laugh, weep, think and remember. Some tales are fleeting, some linger. Hopefully these tales and frames will linger long.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
day 139
What captured my attention in this image?
What attracted me to it in the first place?
The answers are not in words.
But just a feeling.
A feeling that's unconsciously drawn me to this image.
A feeling that's seeped deep into my bones, traveled through my veins and touched my heart.
A feeling that is an answer to a question that I must have asked long ago.
A feeling that is a response to another feeling, that's stayed with me long after I ceased to remember the question.
A feeling that my inner being understands, but my educated self is unable to articulate in words.
The closest that I can come to describing that feeling is:
hauntingly sad, but grit and determination that is such a human prerogative.
Something that transcends all barriers.
Something that does not require words.
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