The Line of Looking

Today, I was having a conversation with a very young artist and something she said, the passion she expressed about here being on a workshop and creating what she loves from the bottom of her heart, that very honest expression of pure joy, startled something in my heart.

It was a memory of my own passion. Sadly, it became a memory. Life that is going on, whether we create or not, sometimes takes the energy and our passion with it. And I kinda lost that in the last year or so.

The line of looking.

My line of looking at the world.

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Adox cms20II and an old, dusty Minolta and my heart sings again.

I know, I am a hopeless romantic with a vintage heart and wearing rose coloured glasses 🙂 .



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