The end of Summer – part I

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There comes a warning like a spy
A shorter breath of day
A stealing that is not a stealth
And Summers are away
/E. Dickinson/

How can I describe this place full of light?
How can I show things have happend to us?
Somehow I cannot find proper words to speak
about our time with Tina and Kasia.
I sigh only because of this great silent happiness.

6 Comments

  1. Tina Sosna
    09.10.2017 / 08:51:45

    The week of my dreams. <3

    Reply

    • anna
      19.10.2017 / 12:10:50

      for me also, my dear:)

      Reply

  2. Kelli Ann Wilson
    10.10.2017 / 16:26:11

    These lovely photos so perfectly capture the essence of summer’s last moments. Beautiful work, as always.

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    • anna
      19.10.2017 / 12:10:36

      Thank you Kelli,
      I’m so grateful you visit this little blog:)

      Reply

  3. Mary
    11.10.2017 / 20:46:28

    Unique photographs. <3

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    • anna
      19.10.2017 / 12:10:06

      Mary, you are always so kind to me:) thank you.

      Reply

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