To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy. /Henri Cartier-Bresson/
To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy. /Henri Cartier-Bresson/
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I can’t wait for it to snow here too! beautiful shots 🙂
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Lovely photos Ese and looks very familiar to the scene here. 🙂
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Lovely photo… I woke up to snow which brightened my day.
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great photos.
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There is that holding of one’s breath when one discovers a photographic moment. Beauty…
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Love your photos. Love snow.
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Stunning images for the challenge … PERFECTION !!!!
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what a gorgeous image – it looks freezing though.
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Gosh, this is so magical !!
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My favorite photo is the first one.
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Great shots. 😀
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Beautiful shots! Your photos never disappoint us.
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So true 🙂 This is so well captured. Again, the perfect stillness. Ese, is this snow from this November?
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Thank you very much, Paula. The second one is – the first snow this year :). The first photo is from March of another year.
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It looks freezing cold. When are you moving south again?
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To be honest, it was warmer than it “feels” from the photo.
Oh, that thought about moving is very far away, I am afraid – next summer…maybe 🙂
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The image as a breath held is a stunningly simple definition for the whole practice of photography. Neatly encapsulated 🙂
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“Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.” my dear friend 🙂
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