The summer meadow early 'morning
And on a sigh that carried him
A little yellow butterfly flies by.
Lord, had it been left at that.
M. Vasalis
To this poem I composed this picture. Three photo's that together represent the poem for me.
In photoshop, the three photo's were superimposed and merged in different ways.
I used to say: if I can't dance anymore I'm going to paint, that's photography, painting with light... Read more…
Germany
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands