"A photograph is not only an image (as a painting is an image), an interpretation of the real; it is also a trace, something directly stencilled off the real, like a footprint or a death mask."
Susan Sontag (1933- ); in New York Review of Books 23June, 1977
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canopy looks nude today. The skeletal boughs are trembling against the forces
of the wind; and, as the branches move against each other producing a fricative
noise, the trees converse in their own grating voice. Their thoughts being in a
state of flux, we make not out what they say or sing about. The wind blows on
and we see dry leaves shifting their place down below where we stand and shall
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P.S.: I would be grateful if you share your views!
Very few insects are perhaps more beautiful than the
butterflies. The wings with all their colourful patterns do cast a magical
spell on the eyes that see them. When the early-morning dews cling to them they
look colourfully decked in exquisite pearls, and who can then fail to look at
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