Staring at the past can awaken all of the senses in a flash, this is what the power of photography is.
Staring at an empty pupa arouses my feelings of regret, this is how photography can be guilty of.
I missed the first wink a pretty butterfly should have given to me the moment she has squeezed herself out into this fantasy world.
She must be fancy. And I should have smiled back while she was dancing. For me.
The story of romance never started. Until we meet again, staring at the crowd, I shall never find her.
The is how photography makes me paranoid.
34 comments:
oh, this was so poignant, full of magic, but sad.
brilliant!! love your writing and photography skills, my friend!
you're gifted.
Rainfield, you do have a way with words and photography! Sorry, you missed the butterfly!
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Bem bonita essa foto.
Bom fim de semana!
°º✿♫ Beijinhos.
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You missed the b'fly, but he's probably still flying around the 'hood.
Best thing about your photo and writing skills is that you share them just like evrything in nature shares with all of us...and each other.
(And some of them use each other for dinner, as we do also!)
Świetny, ale trochę smutny jest Twój pomysł z motylem. Pozdrawiam.
Great, but a little sad is your idea of a butterfly. Yours.
It will be a beautiful butterfly :))
Have a great weekend.
A hug.
Very contemplative post ~ Happy Day to you ^_^
Thanks for visiting .
beautiful deep thoughts, and beautiful photograph too.
I'm thirst for more..The depth of this writing is just full of meaning..
She might be out of sight but not out of mind.
Your thoughts and the empty cocoon are circling through my mind.
awwwww, so sweet!!
You may find her -- and just not know it. :)
Staring at the past can also be a good feeling of things that we remember.
Sorry you missed! The band had only half a song to play when you saw her out the corner of your eye a little butterfly, alone and so shy...dancing The Last Waltz...♫
Hi! Nice capture. I always think that your imagination is fantastic and cool.
Wishing you a wonderful week ahead.
Right on with the power of photography...
Right on with the power of photography...
Hope you find many of her friends.
That's a great post... and who knows, maybe one day you'll meet her in the forrest, don't be sad or paranoid!!
And the title makes me think of a song that is called "sunlight is making me feel paranoid"...
Hello! Beautiful post!
I love the stories you create...
and your way with words.
Wish you have better luck next time.
Or, you just need to look harder. They are everywhere.
What a great find, and a story to make it sing.
Your picture just carried me back to my elementary student. I stayed up late at night to see the emergence of a cicada. How fantastic that was!
Beautifully expressed.
i would love to see how the butterfly comes into life..
I really hope you do something with your texts and pictures. You have an amazing ability to write. You describe so beautifully res pupa to butterfly and you put so much emotion in your experience. Very beautiful!/Brita
I felt your regret, too, and wish you had captured that first wink!
Hello! Have a wonderful days!
You will find another butterfly someday! But it hurts to miss this one.
there's always something called next time :)
What a melancholy mood you are in, my friend. There will always be more butterflies.
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