Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of; Transparency
“Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen” Theophile Gautier
Transparency, Parts One to Eight
Transparent?
Or quite apparent?
Crystal clear?
Or so did I hear
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of; Transparency
“Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen” Theophile Gautier
Transparency, Parts One to Eight
Transparent?
Or quite apparent?
Crystal clear?
Or so did I hear
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of; Transparency
“Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen” Theophile Gautier
Transparency, Parts One to Eight
Transparent?
Or quite apparent?
Crystal clear?
Or so did I hear
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of; Transparency
“Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen” Theophile Gautier
Transparency, Parts One to Eight
Transparent?
Or quite apparent?
Crystal clear?
Or so did I hear
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of; Transparency
“Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen” Theophile Gautier
Transparency, Parts One to Eight
Transparent?
Or quite apparent?
Crystal clear?
Or so did I hear
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of; Transparency
“Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen” Theophile Gautier
Transparency, Parts One to Eight
Transparent?
Or quite apparent?
Crystal clear?
Or so did I hear
See-through
Peek a boo!
Thin and filmy
Feelings of silky
Translucent
But very potent
Gauzy?
Clearly not mossy
Lucid and sheer
Starting to disappear
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Love, Amour
&
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An homage to my dear sister and her one true love
Photo credits Miranda Kuusisto, Jessica Solingius
“Love isn’t always as straight and narrow as you’d like to think” Gun Roswell
Amore
Oh L’amour
The word itself, pure glamour
Love
If it fits like a glove
Like the two proverbial doves
On a branch busy at tweet
Generating more heat
Than a red glowing stove
Love knows no gender
Love knows no age
Love is always tender
Love knows no hate
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