her photographs are poems

the image clicked,

a moment kept at rest, in momentum forever

words swirling around in the ether
waiting to come alive, on paper

a photograph is a seed

from it, poetry flowers

a photographer not only clicks images, in those very photographs, she clicks her self too. there is the ever present individual in any work of art produced. here, i am talking about a dear fellow-blogger, ashwathy, the photographer, who ‘dreams in metaphors.’

go check her blog, here, and see what i intend to put in words.

as always, won’t be able to say much, except, that i wish i’d clicked these images myself.