Found some very moving testimonials, behind these photographs.bossiballsDecember 15 2008, 17:09:01 UTC
Hiya k.
I actually learned something perusing those photos.
Powerfull stuff.
Like those two photographs the ripples from which ended the Vietnamese Invasion by the blunt instruments.
The first one, was street reportage of a Bhuddist Monk immolating himself with absolute dignity, specifically in protest at the atrocities of that era, in his own domain.
The second was the more familiar...(and involuntary) naked 10 year old girl running down a track..towards the camera....and away from the ongoing continuous NAPALM explosions in her domestic domain....
...and all over her body, particularily her back.
Just taking the opportunity for a bit of a natter here, with a pal.
I now have a deep impression* of the actuality of the culture (six(ish)) thousand years ago, in that area we now call the Sahara. From nipping sideways into a sidesection of the Election Photograpy site, called Green Deserts.
*Evoked by the simplicity of uncontaminated and uncompromised photographic images. Through the medium of which; one may be afforded a kind of transportation:
In time,...........as well as spacial terms. ______________________________________________ By the way, the testimonials underneath the Barakage, had me weeping...........copiously..........unconsciously.
I actually learned something perusing those photos.
Powerfull stuff.
Like those two photographs the ripples from which ended
the Vietnamese Invasion by the blunt instruments.
The first one, was street reportage of a Bhuddist Monk
immolating himself with absolute dignity, specifically
in protest at the atrocities of that era, in his own domain.
The second was the more familiar...(and involuntary)
naked 10 year old girl
running down a track..towards the camera....and away from the ongoing continuous NAPALM
explosions in her domestic domain....
...and all over her body, particularily her back.
Just taking the opportunity for a bit of a natter here, with a pal.
I now have a deep impression* of the actuality of the culture (six(ish)) thousand years ago, in that area
we now call the Sahara. From nipping sideways into a sidesection of the Election Photograpy site, called Green Deserts.
*Evoked by the simplicity of uncontaminated and uncompromised photographic images. Through the medium of which; one may be afforded a kind of transportation:
In time,...........as well as spacial terms.
______________________________________________
By the way, the testimonials underneath the Barakage,
had me weeping...........copiously..........unconsciously.
Which,.....is something of a release.
Big grown up hugs. (with sustain).
d
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I'm very glad I posted the link, then.
Hugs of various kinds,
K.
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