It’s not Lothlórien, of course, and these are not Mellyrn-trees, and the model is not Galadriel, but this is a photo without tricks or hoax; the girl elvishly walked down the trunk, barefoot, in part with the aid of a flexible branch that she was handling. When I shot her here, she was some 2.70… Continue reading Stately walking down a tree, like an elf
Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi [Death will come and will have your eyes] Cesare Pavese – 1950 . For each of us death has a face; for me it will be Ari’s face – Beyond everything, she is still looking at me. All the time – So, I know that when death… Continue reading Death will stare at me with your eyes
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