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| Keywords: paris leica film analog m6 50mm leitz colour street photography shooter summar plant tree outdoor Paris: Final Day/Final Roll ~ Redux: Last few photos from the window in Paris, I thought I was done with posting about this... perhaps it was not done with me. Shot on a 1930's Leica lens. Kinda sums up the mood in Paris succinctly, Keep moving, stay busy, enjoy life... There's always a point in the day in Paris as day merges into night. The atmospheric lights I always really enjoy, dusk, but not dusk, day, but not night..there's also a stillness that pervades the streets. I find when travelling, at some point one merges with their environment, the differences and similarities finally disappear .. 'you know the place, as, it knows, you', you stop noticing the accent and the language and the people, you stop and look around, you understand, you 'are' the people of that place, you, are the environment, as you simultaneously create it. The beauty of a place like Paris, is each person finds their own path, their own way, as they twist and wind through the seemingly endless alleys and streets, they experience it in a way which is unique to them. The best part in Paris.. is simply getting lost, just walk, keep walking, keep shooting, most of all.... keep 'living'... www.abstractionsdephoto.com/ Paris: Final Day/Final Roll ~ Redux: Last few photos from the window in Paris, I thought I was done with posting about this... perhaps it was not done with me. Shot on a 1930's Leica lens. Kinda sums up the mood in Paris succinctly, Keep moving, stay busy, enjoy life... There's always a point in the day in Paris as day merges into night. The atmospheric lights I always really enjoy, dusk, but not dusk, day, but not night..there's also a stillness that pervades the streets. I find when travelling, at some point one merges with their environment, the differences and similarities finally disappear .. 'you know the place, as, it knows, you', you stop noticing the accent and the language and the people, you stop and look around, you understand, you 'are' the people of that place, you, are the environment, as you simultaneously create it. The beauty of a place like Paris, is each person finds their own path, their own way, as they twist and wind through the seemingly endless alleys and streets, they experience it in a way which is unique to them. The best part in Paris.. is simply getting lost, just walk, keep walking, keep shooting, most of all.... keep 'living'... www.abstractionsdephoto.com/ | ||||
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