“Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.” Dorothea Lange

Archive for November, 2010

Marco Hietala

Marco Hietala


Daydreamer

Daydreamer

Daydreamer


C’arte

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SC C’ARTE SRL
Arţarului 27, Craiova

Librăria C’ARTE
România Muncitoare 90, Craiova
Nr. tel.: 0351.451.520
0771.748.236


Dramavision photography

Dramavision photography wishes to mold photography into something more than an accessory for colours, feelings, utterances, because there are no boundaries in time or scenery.

Cotact:
www.dramavision.ro
office@dramavision.ro

Digital album design.


Dancing barefoot

dancing barefoot

dancing barefoot

She is benediction
She is addicted to he
She is the root connection and
she´s connected with me

Here I go and I don´t know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he´s taking over me

I´m dancing barefoot
Headed for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
It makes me come up like some heroine

she is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on he
Who is choosen by she

Here I go when I don´t know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he´s taking over me

I´m dancing barefoot
Headed for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
It makes me come up like some heroine
She is recreation
She intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
he is levitating with she

Here I go when I don´t know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Til I loose my sense of gravity

I´m dancing barefoot
Headed for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
It makes me come up like some heroine

Oh God I feel for you
Oh God I feel for you
Oh God I feel for you
Oh God I feel for you

written by: Patti Smith & Ivan Kral


Summer’s almost gone

Summer's almost gone

Summer's almost gone

Summer’s almost gone
Summer’s almost gone
Almost gone
Yeah, it’s almost gone
Where will we be
When the summer’s gone?
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughin’ sea
When summer’s gone
Where will we be
Where will we be
Where will we be
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughin’ sea
When summer’s gone
Where will we be
Summer’s almost gone
Summer’s almost gone
We had some good times
But they’re gone
The winter’s comin’ on
Summer’s almost gone

by The doors


Purple

Purple rain

Purple rain

I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted one time to see you laughing
I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
I only wanted to see you bathing in the purple rain

I never wanted to be your weekend lover
I only wanted to be some kind of friend, hey
Baby, I could never steal you from another
It’s such a shame our friendship had to end

Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain

Honey, I know, I know, I know times are changin’
It’s time we all reach out for something new, that means you too
You say you want a leader, but you can’t seem to make up your mind
And I think you better close it and let me guide you to the purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
If you know what I’m singin’ about up here, come on raise your hand
Purple rain, purple rain
I only want to see you, only want to see you in the purple rain

Songwriters: Nelson, Prince Rogers


Gone Fishin’

Gone Fishin'

Gone Fishin'


Looking for the summer

Looking for the summer

Look deep into the April face
A change has clearly taken place
Looking for the summer

The eyes take on a certain gaze
And leave behind the springtime days
Go looking for the summer

This ain’t no game of kiss and tell
The implications how you know so well
Go looking for the summer

The time has come and they must go
To play the passion out that haunts you so
Looking for the summer

Remember love how it was the same
We scratched and hurt each others growing pains
We were looking for the summer

And still I stand this very day
With a burning wish to fly away
I’m still looking
Looking for the summer

Songwriter: Chris Rea


Nicolae Romanescu Park

Nicolae Romanescu Park


Bran Castle

Bran Castle

Bran Castle


Room for myself

Room for myself

Room for myself


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Green

Green

Green


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