Beautiful portraits of a very unusual nature: before and after the subject's death.
Maybe I remembered the deaths of some loved ones, or maybe it's this fear of my own mortality*, but I found some of the accompanying words incredibly hard to read. Here's an example of what I mean.
*All you vicenarians, stop your snickering now. The thirties are different.
(Found on MeFi)
8 comments:
The potraits are great. Oh and please since when did fear of ones own morality apply only to people in their thirties?
spooky!
The pix are great...really good...but it's a weird concept, isn't it?
szerelem: I know what you mean, but life in the twenties (or in the teens) does seem indestructible.
TR: indeedy.
Ghost: Hola! How do you mean "weird"?
(BTW, what is that picture? Are you a ninja now?)
szerelem, km:
i'm not sure whether people in their teens/twenties have more or less fears about their morality...
KM: Ninja? Crap! And I thought it was Shakespearean! But I guess you're right...from this angle it does look Ninja-ish. Crap! :-)
Weird...as in just being around till the person dies so that you can click...
TR: Yeah, morality totally sucks
LOL! I always thought teenagers have NO fear of their Morality, Molarity, Molality and Normality. Or their Ph value and Atomic Number.
Ghost: Shakespearean, eh? "Ninja" is so much cooler than "Bard" :)
ghost, km:
yeah, weird and cool are universal constants, like the number of avocados that a mole possesses.
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