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Luis Steinberg (EFIAP)
{K:21250} 3/10/2010
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Composición, síntesis, color justo, mensaje, actitud------------------
Una excelente idea, siempre en la foto, cuando es novedosa o extraña, cuando toma visiones que uno no imagina, estamos ante una "obra"...lo del arte lo pone cada "mirada"...>Besos LUIGGI
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Armando Giambolini
{K:17779} 2/16/2010
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A sad title this, that speaks of your grave Yet despite the title this faded daisy tells me so many things. Very beautiful this image.Beautiful , wonderful ...
armando
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Cetin Ozer
{K:2732} 2/12/2010
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Hi to you and hi to Uruguay Dear Anne,
You tell a love story with only one photograph.
Also look like a poem.
Congrats and all my best wishes..:)
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Malules Fernandez
{K:54810} 2/9/2010
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Excellent!!
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vehbi dileksiz
{K:37355} 2/4/2010
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"Perfect" photoart work.
My best...
vehbi.
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RC. Dany
{K:64104} 2/3/2010
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gracias Gustavo.
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Gustavo Scheverin
{K:164501} 2/3/2010
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Un gusto verte con nuevos trabajos, te dejo un saludo!
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Nanda Baba das
{K:78053} 2/3/2010
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Excellent macro, composition.
All my best wishes
Nanda
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Nigel Watts.
{K:5225} 2/3/2010
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Very good
Nigel
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Srna Stankovic
{K:172232} 2/3/2010
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Fantastic series my Dear !!!
Kiss,
Srna
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Gabriella M.
{K:33863} 2/3/2010
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thank you for this image!
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ArTmiZ Sayad CHamani
{K:2742} 2/3/2010
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Good work....
"Artmiz"
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RC. Dany
{K:64104} 2/3/2010
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Beautiful, my dear friend, left me speechless, speechless, but happy, my work was worth it, not thinking about getting a prize so beautiful.
_____________________________________ anne...
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Jim Loy
{K:31373} 2/3/2010
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My very fave type of flower... nothing near perfect... perfectly flawed. There is a wonderful poem about a grave and a forgotten resting place. It fits this image perfectly:
Thomas Hardy
Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?
"Ah, are you digging on my grave
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No, yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'"
"Then who is digging on my grave?
My nearest dearest kin?"
-- "Ah, no; they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death's gin.' "
"But some one digs upon my grave?
My enemy? -- prodding sly?"
-- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie."
"Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say -- since I have not guessed!"
-- "O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog, who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?"
"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave . . .
Why flashed it not on me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog's fidelity!"
"Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting-place."
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