ROAD TRIP 2006: A WINDOW
A picture I took driven by my unexplainable fascination with windows...Every window is a door of perception
Every door is a window of opportunity
Ostfen, 2006
posted by Ostfen at 13.9.06
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
A picture I took driven by my unexplainable fascination with windows...
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14 Comments:
Les fenetres... Is a song from Jacques Brel you shoul listen to carefully... You will like it... Cheers
i like..wlik shou hal ostfen hayda :)
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Thanks Camille:) I'll check the song
Laila, bedhouch 7ale iyyem:)
(3am bemza7 akid)
Lucid, thank your for your constructive criticism. Please abstain in the future, I don't feel like constantly deleting comments.
we btidhishna man :)
nice colors in this picture
Thank you M:)
there's something cozy about this photograph
sorry O. bass j'en ai marre de la pluie...y aurait il un soleil a vendre qqpart?
Fz, rain always has that effeect on me, a blend of nostalgia and coziness.
Gitanes, pas chez moi:) We deal in sadness
pitter patter pitter patter
rain is cozy when u get to stay home with a good book and some velvety musical notes in the background... but alas :), I'll reword Robert Frost here
The rain feels cozy as the skies weep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
Whose condition is that, Claudine? Yours? Or Lebanon's? Explain more
:) Ostfen it isn't really a condition it is a poem called "stopping by the woods on a snowy evening" his last lines reflect sort of how we long to linger at times in certain places or certain states of mind, yet we are urged to move on ... with a sigh at times ...a touch of nostalgia .... but no regrets :)
I see:)
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