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.


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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