On The Beach
there’s an old novel called ‘On the Beach’… the only thing i remember about it was a couple taking a suicide pill at the end, as they watch ‘the bomb’ go off… this picture is of my husband … on the beach
there’s an old novel called ‘On the Beach’… the only thing i remember about it was a couple taking a suicide pill at the end, as they watch ‘the bomb’ go off… this picture is of my husband … on the beach
I would venture to say that being real is always under some threat in this world. There is every pressure to conform or just be silent if you don’t agree. However, if you are going to be real, you also need to be very “right” and full in integrity if you are going to have any hope of survival or confidence in your own character. Sorry for the sermonette…but, hey, I’m just trying to be real. L-o-v-e your scenery and this shot has another dimension with the addition of your husband. Keep up your “real” photography, Elaine.
(I am appending my comment. The word “you” is meant to be universal. I suppose I wasn’t being very “right.”)
Sometimes it’s the pain of being in a false world that makes us seeing. BEsides it’s you that make me look at the world in a totally different way. And that makes all the difference, Elaine!
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.