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Next roll of photos from my trip to China. These are of the city of Hangzhou and the attractions around West Lake. These were taken with my Lomo LC-A+ and Lomo XPRO 200 film. This roll was developed by the LomoLab!
Next roll of photos from my trip to China. These are of the city of Hangzhou and the attractions around West Lake. These were taken with my Lomo LC-A+ and Lomo XPRO 200 film. This roll was developed by the LomoLab!
I felt like I knew her now, at least as well as one could. She was sensitive yet easy to be with, not the fickle, high maintenance girl I'd imagined. She always forgave my clumsiness. I understood that she had others, she gave her love so freely, so innocently, that I couldn't be jealous. I was happy to visit them and try and catch a glimpse of her. After all I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that she was as transient as life itself, and when she was gone, she would be gone forever.
I felt like I knew her now, at least as well as one could. She was sensitive yet easy to be with, not the fickle, high maintenance girl I'd imagined. She always forgave my clumsiness. I understood that she had others, she gave her love so freely, so innocently, that I couldn't be jealous. I was happy to visit them and try and catch a glimpse of her. After all I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that she was as transient as life itself, and when she was gone, she would be gone forever.
As the weeks went by, my love for her became an obsession, as is the nature of unrequited love. I spent every penny I had on her, trying to delay the inevitable. I had always naively believed that money couldn’t buy love and it hurt me to admit that, had I been richer she would stay with me longer. But there would come a time when even money couldn’t buy her, like a flame that burned too bright she couldn’t last. So I became an amateur meteorologist, studying the horizon like an anxious parent watching their child take their first, faltering steps, looking for cloud formations and changes in the wind, trying desperately to make the most of our time together. But the happiness I felt in her presence was now tinged with sadness as I could feel her slipping away.
Could be a poster alluding to unhappy husbands or maybe, unhappy people in general. Amazing how photography lets us play with the subjects, and more than that, portray emotions and project meanings, set in a small frame for public consumption. (potd 24.10.11)
