I love the colors and especially the perspective. This is so amazing.

WOW. All I can say is wow.

THis is a perfect capture. Sometimes we don\'t just look into photos. We feel it. Here we just feel the coldness, from the snow and from the metal cart. The emptiness, and coldness and the loneliness all come out and strike you so greatly like you can\'t hide. Like the snow. Like the temperature. There is nowhere to hide. The subtle blurring of some elements like in the snow is right to the point, implying the dynamics of the wind. So good so good. This is as poetic as the end of a sad love song, and I adore it.

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Wow, this rocks! The colours are amazing! I\'m sorry but I have to fave this

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Whoo! You’re back. With another lovely shot, too. Snow makes me happy.

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I saw this in my inbox. Dismissed it several times. Before I finally clicked in.
Then I clicked back out to my msg centre. Went back to deviations.
And opened a new tab for this. And left it open. For hours.

And hours.



Every now and then I clicked back in, and stared at it.
Longingly.
Like it's a missing piece of me.

I linked it to several people.


"... btw check this out. Pretty, isn't it?"


pretty...


What a small, useless word to describe something like this.
It may be just... a shot of a shopping cart. Perhaps even to you.
Perhaps, for you, it holds no other meaning beyond compositional beauty.


The snow.
The caged structure of the cart.
The light.
The glow.
The figures of wanderers,
so distant to be anything more than faded shadows.


The snow.

Solidarity. Abandonment.
Wordless poetry; tuneless music.
Incomprehendable to the mind.
Untouchable. Made to be felt.

Something about how the ground.
A layer of frost, too thin to conceal the underlying ground.
Bare and exposed.

Exposed. And left to wander.



I've been looking at this for hours.
Thoughts, emotions and imagery forming in my mind.
Overwhelming enough, that I can't piece them together.
But spill them in fragments.


This piece does things to me

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sometimes i love you snowflask.

couldnt of put it better myself.

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Arts Institute

DD it. =[


thanks

now tell me why did you dismiss it at first .O.

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Well, it might sound lame :/ but I was avoiding it :]
It's like how I avoided listening to one of my favourite songs for like... 2 years.
Because it always tore me up :]

Not like I cried and stuff looking at this. But it's beautiful in its own way.

<3


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Only "sometime"?



I hope you die >:[

twice.






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Aw, you have a cold! I just had one- they suck.
But it's totally worth it when you take shots like this! It's gorgeous- an abandoned trolley is something you see all the time, but in this shot it just..means more...I feel sorry for it all there in the snow....*bottom lip quivers*

The perspective is pretty damn cool too- and that snow....

Overall it's pretty damn gorgeous. Me gonna fave now.



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