Striking is the absolute perfect adjective.
Sometimes it's the simple things in life that make the most drama... beautiful.sharon
What an interesting photo..When I see photos like this, I realize there is so much I haven't seen in the world.
Beautiful. How amazing the vast differences that can still be found on such a small planet. And I find it comforting to know that there are still some areas where time has stood more still.
It took me a moment to realize what I was looking at. Fascinating
I love photos of doorways and windows, I dont know what it is.very striking image, I love it.
I could swear when I first started looking at that picture that the woman was not there.... eerie and fascinating photo.
Like Karen above said, I didn't even see the face at first! Very captivating!
Fabulous blog!Sandra Evertson
I didn't see the woman at first either and when I did I was startled a bit. Beautiful photo.
Striking doorway picture indeed! And the blog about Marakech is gorgeous, thanks for sharing!
Stunning! Thank you so much for the link.
what an amazing picture and thanks for linking to that blog! i am so fascinated by that side of the world.....i'll have to visit there soon!
i thought it was a picture frame at first, and yes.. elizabeth has some really awesome shots of doors in marrakesh, makes me waant to visit morocco, that and like..20 other countries too, cheers :)
it took me a minute to see the person, just amazing: )
That's a great image. I love that the village has no roads or television. I could live happily in a place like that. Having no electricity I'd find a little problematic...I'd need a source of power to fire up my coffee machine!
I got goosebumps when I read what it was because I hadn't noticed the person! Scared me a bit actually!
When I grew up in Ireland, a lot of the houses around us didn't have running water (you went outside to go to the loo).Our nearest neighbour had a traditional Irish cottage in which she would cook all her food in a cauldon over the fire. She made her own butter and so on (through necessity, not choice). Had her own chickens etc .. Raised her own pork.And our area was one of the last in Ireland to have the old wind-up telephones (got rid of it around 25 years ago). You had to ring up the operator to make a call. And often you could hear deep breathing on the phone when chatting to friends / family (the operator listening in on the call ..).
Eamon,I remember dial phones, but we didn't have to have the operator breathing down our necks. Can't say I'm much of a fan of outdoor loos...here's to progress!
I thought that was a painting.
This looks incredible, the detail.
Great photo...Love it!
Post a Comment