gungajim 75 Posted October 29, 2009 If we only knew whether it would be a long or short wait. His pensive gaze is wonderful. GJ Link to comment
ray.koushik 0 Posted October 30, 2009 good composition and right b/w choice. compliments -koushik Link to comment
dara 0 Posted October 31, 2009 Hi Vladimir, a picture with meaning and lots of mood. Good black and white image and nice work. Best regards. Dara Link to comment
donna pallotta 108 Posted October 31, 2009 As I responded in comments on your portfolio, vf. The experimenting in my photos, my friend, needs all the descriptive commentary they can attract from skilled photographers like yourself. I see in your photos, vf, a deep focus on the meaning of the subject matter, and superb choice of angles (your particular skill) that you use to honor the subject. Focus on meaning of the subject is my vision too, reflected in whatever stylization my mind can conjure. I welcome your insights and your photos. Much thankx, d Link to comment
felixphoto 0 Posted November 2, 2009 Izvanredna prezentacija dostojanstva treceg doba sa odlicnom kompozicijom, efektnom kontrolom svetla i izuzetnim toniranjem. Svaka cast, Vladimire! Link to comment
celasun 0 Posted November 3, 2009 Placing him just at the right spot with his white hat away from the arriving darkness...And then, his "image" will be gone...A metaphorically loaded image.I wish I could be looking at it with somebody else's eyes rather than my own! Link to comment
shedances 0 Posted February 7, 2011 The Cane by deborah elaine barrie 2011© He sat waitingAs the hours passedHe kept his handsFoldedResting on a caneHe had inheritedFrom his fatherHe did not trulyRequire oneHe was strongAnd sure of stepBut it connected himTo a timeTo memoriesHe would neverRelinquishWillinglyHe had planned onGivingThe caneTo his only sonBut he had been lostTo himTo themMany years agoThe grandsonThat his childWithheld from himHad sought him outOn his eighteenthBirthdayAnd now he waitedWith hands foldedHe waited patientlyMany hoursBefore the appointedTimeTo savour this dayIn the long hoursThat would comeSoon enoughWhen he returnedTo his tiny roomIn his daughter`s houseAnd as the sun setAs the shadows dancedHis grip tightenedOn his father’s caneOn the cane he wouldOffer joyfullyTo this young manWho lovinglyWillinglyCalled himPoppa Link to comment
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