rose hips

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When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.

That vanishing loveliness,
That burdening breath,
No bond of life hath then,
Nor grief of death.

‘Tis the immortal thought
Whose passion still
Makes the changing
The unchangeable.

Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
Dark with no sorrow, shines
And burns, with thee.

When The Rose Is Faded- Walter de la Mare

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girl i know

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These are photos of a friend I’ve known for a long time; I’ve almost grown up with her. I’m still not very experienced with portraits, but I’m proud of how these turned out. I wanted to capture certain artistic things that I see in her, a certain aesthetic. People have individual aesthetics, or visuals, that suit them, and that’s what I want to try to bring to light in portraits. In these photos, there an artistic, feminine side with a sense of innocence. I think materials are important in portraits and can add a lot of meaning, for example, the symbolism and imagery often associated with lace and flowers and denim.