The Gallery week 21: Nature- four seasons in one day

The Gallery week 21: Nature- four seasons in one day

July 28, 2010  |  Photos, The Gallery  |  8 Comments

My first camera was a Nikon F401 bought second hand in a car boot sale, I loved it that much that I slept with it for months. I didn’t think I was brilliant at photography, but it gave me a sense of peace and independence knowing that I can just go off and search and capture things that captivated me at the time.

This weeks Gallery prompt is about ‘Nature‘.  So here is my entry . Enjoy :smile:

Spring

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Summer

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Autumn

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Winter

samsnow
The Gallery - A Novel Idea - Memoirs of a Geisha

The Gallery – A Novel Idea – Memoirs of a Geisha

July 22, 2010  |  Featured, Photos, The Gallery  |  4 Comments

Here is my first attempt on The Gallery and I hope I do it some justice, so here goes.

This weeks prompt is A Novel Idea where I am required to post a photo that represents one of my favourite books. It’s a rather tricky one, as I have so many favourite books, but finding the right image to exemplify it is another thing.

I’ve looked through my photos and this one in particular caught my eye. These were taken last week at our local park.  I don’t know about you, but at first glance it reminded me of a tranquil Japanese garden, which immediately reminded me of  ‘Memoirs of a Geisha’.  If you have seen the film or read the book then you would know or would have imagined the ending scene with the Chairman and Sayuri.

When I read the book, the descriptive writing plays havoc with your imagination; and the film portrayed this in a positive way and it has totally enhanced what I was expecting from the novel itself.

So, here it is… my first attempt.

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You cannot say to the sun, “More sun.” Or to the rain, “Less rain.” To a man, geisha can only be half a wife. We are the wives of nightfall. And yet, to learn kindness after so much unkindness, to understand that a little girl with more courage than she knew, would find her prayers were answered, can that not be called happiness? After all these are not the memoirs of an empress, nor of a queen. These are memoirs of another kind.