Dandelion Ektar (Kodak Ektar 100 – Nikon F100)

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

AREKU Lanscape Nikon F100 Kodak Ektar 100

 

2 Responses to “Dandelion Ektar (Kodak Ektar 100 – Nikon F100)

  • Had some Kodak Ektar-moments this past weekend, here’s some summer feeling for you!
    See more photos from this roll… https://t.co/DM1SRCz7sk

  • Sweetheart,
    your Ektar-moments are… ceremonial beauties.
    This is where I lose my language for feelings. There’s this place where you take me each time that isn’t strictly a dream and it’s not an earthly place neither. Get me with that fingertip sensibility. There’s lust! Without which meaning wouldn’t dig itself so deep. I just drink it up and almost forget to say thanks because the moment takes me over.

    Die flut… From time to time I have run ins with songs from before. Or nicely put I find pieces of me in sounds. Rather dear sound because it’s not about anyone else but me. That was for a time my mindful song when I needed peace from everything. Now I think it’s very touching that it’s all about longing and wanting to find a flood that touches and takes you away. To that place. The imagery touches me and it’s not just love haze, it’s something that’s been there with me, to calm my mind for a long time. Of course to see yours meant the world to me, that undying connection we have.

    I don’t really know how to describe that. I think you capture it in images but words often fall short of all needing to be said and yet a ceremony is just that. Pronouncing of words. That I can’t wait to say to you. To become something we have never been.

    I know I get kind of frustrated sometimes. Grass is such a good symbol for that. I use it in my poetry. I wrote something like: I wish we’d get to pick our own straws of grass to throw into the air and decide what it means to us.

    overwhelming need to climb a tree
    and cry out the eternal
    now.

    Who doesn’t want to have their own dandy lion? I do. That takes amazing pictures, with dandelions no less. Their persistence to break through, speaks to my poetics. Both of them.

    I pick you
    To hold

    Give her the crown she was too scared to wear. I’d wear it for someone who makes horny holy like this. As simple as the sensualism in putting her ring on, becomes such a turn in this place. Ritualistic is sub-theme. Not just a ceremony but the ritual/habit beyond. There’s some ultimate control in these pictures that I want to shake-up a bit. So beautiful and yet it wants to be more. No. They are perfect just following what’s in heart. Already more than I imagined possible. You take pictures of things I like.
    Can I have you, please?

    The last one is like super sexy! In my mind, that has to be making us into three. <3 And repeat. Trying all those positions for success! It’s cat business. Waiting and sleeping for that moment, to get on. The worship and to give is sipping through all the subjects, I watch in pleasure. Ready for that loving? That doesn’t leave any room between. I think, well ready!

    to feel another life in your hands.
    the good side of physical being.

    to always have and
    never bore
    not even possible

    through high and low
    shadow and light

    the best is coming

    from those lips
    that was meant for you

    don’t despair, there will be crying more more more m o r e

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