Über dieses Bild:
model: me
While processing this photo, I kept thinking of a song from a very old album by Sarah Brightman called "The Songs That Got Away". Most of the songs I have pretty much forgotten, but one always stayed in my memory for its particular poignancy--a mannequin remembering outside, the joy of green in leaves, the snow "coming down like lint, and it made you squint when the wind would blow". All these memories--and the last lyric "And the bluest ink,
Isn't really sky
And at times I think I would gladly die
For a day of sky"
So I suppose this is my homage to that delightful little song that I've always have found so haunting--memories of blue, memories of sky, memories of being free. Always a longing in our hearts...