The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Joseph Kosma

Autumn Leaves

Silhouette

All The Leaves Are Brown

Red Hot

Silver

Warm
The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Joseph Kosma
La Pesquera
Pretty in Pink
This is a little entry a homage to my beautiful daughter, pictures taken the lasts days of Summer, after she found out her exam results. Sometimes we fight, we argue a lot but there are a few precious times when we connect so deeply... The More she grows the more I treasure her personality too.
I can't write very well hence probably why I take picures, i found a way to share and express emotions I can't with words, as cheap or pretentious as it might be to quote Shakespeare night is catching up on me and I can't find right now or think of a better poem for her or to cuddle this pictures of her.
I hope you like them.I have tried to give them a continuty through colour, a way to express the end of Summer and the beginning of Autumn.
Thank you for visiting I hope you enjoy my work.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.