To stop and let the neighbourhood grow on you. Leaving imprints into your soul.
You picked on a perfect location : nothing so special, yet a world all of it’s own. And you red it with just the essential.
I really like that picture. I came back to see it again.
There’s a drawing, in white on the yellow pannel, of woman’s hips and sexual triangle – didn’t see it at first. And there’s a crossroad sign on the kid’s hooded shirt. Things I can relate to the expectancy mood of the picture I had sensed before, with the blurred background, the one that the kid’s looking at.
Whether one likes it or not, there’s always a psychological content in a picture. The one of the photographer – for which he/she is the only one able to find out in part or completely, and the one from the viewer when it strikes a chord, conciously or not.
To stop and let the neighbourhood grow on you. Leaving imprints into your soul.
You picked on a perfect location : nothing so special, yet a world all of it’s own. And you red it with just the essential.
I really like that picture. I came back to see it again.
There’s a drawing, in white on the yellow pannel, of woman’s hips and sexual triangle – didn’t see it at first. And there’s a crossroad sign on the kid’s hooded shirt. Things I can relate to the expectancy mood of the picture I had sensed before, with the blurred background, the one that the kid’s looking at.
Whether one likes it or not, there’s always a psychological content in a picture. The one of the photographer – for which he/she is the only one able to find out in part or completely, and the one from the viewer when it strikes a chord, conciously or not.