not afraid of the sunset or the rain
I’m not afraid of the sunset or the rain / I’m just afraid of dyin‘ alone / And what would you find / And what would you sing / And what would you mean / I’m not afraid of the suffering or the pain / I’m just afraid of dyin‘ without findin‘ you (Micah P. Hinson)
posted: Oktober 31, 2010
under: black & white, pictures, unmade beds
tags: artifact, b & w, Berlin, D40, hiatus, img, Micah P. Hinson
I love unmade beds. So many stories. Beautiful.
i notice that you SKIPPED that totally ugly flower picture i added at the last second, i thought i didn’t have a pumpkin picture or anything and i needed something for the ’normal‘ people hahaha you probably don’t even celebrate halloween where you are and i tortured you needlessly with that picture :) i’m just teasing you, you left me 3 beautiful comments for the ‚good‘ pictures, love ya babe, and this doesn’t look like your bed, there’s something about it, perhaps the headboard is too girly, perhaps i don’t think you would have spread the comforters in place before you took the pic, there’s just something amiss in this pic, and i can’t put my finger on it, perhaps it’s your current girlfriend’s bed and she makes the bed just enuff to irritate you, so you took the pic because you found it strange… and maybe that’s her bra lying on the bed because that’s the closest thing you could get to taking a pic of HER nude… is she the one? are you moving closer to her by allowing her bed in your photoblog? is that the first step toward asking her to move in? first comes love then comes marriage, then comes Florian pushing a baby carriage :) that’s the song that’s running thru my head hahaha, i guess this was the world’s silliest comment huh?
The bra left on the bed: what’s the story? Is she singing under the shower, is she dreaming, is she washing her belly with some anger? So many stories we can imagine… A great composition indeed!
Die Gedanken sind frei, denn dieses Bild ist wie ein offenes Buch oder ein Teil eines gigantischen Puzzles & auch das nachstehende Gedicht von Robert Gernhardt passt wunderbar dazu:
Die natürlichste Sache der Welt
Natürlich gibt es Wollust
Natürlich gibt’s Begehren
Das wäre ja noch schöner
Wenn auch die zwei nicht wären
Wir wären ja verloren
Wenn uns die zwei nicht hätten
Und schwiegen ungeboren
In ungemachten Betten
I love this B&W. This tells such a story.
it forces you to imagine the circumstances behind the image. very good.
dort, wo ich liege ist dunkel. aber es gibt eine andere seite.
dank und gruß
beve
you portray the life of mankind, without ever showing people in your work. But they are always there, just outside the frame
Keep up the great work
Geert
I like this scene, both in your composition here and irl. good light.
Yes, an untold story here – though many of the comment have tried to fill in the details!
Ruffled beds are always more comfortable and the air freshens them all day long….that’s a good thing……i like this B&W shot Fritsch….peter:)