Perhaps you'd like to see the original yellow roses, & in black & white, & the one I created for the dream...
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
Yes, Tamar, I agree with you - and prefer the original photo too. But it was a real dream, and in the dream my hand was a dusky pink multi-petaled rose kind of flower and I had to be careful to honour that sensitivity, not lie on it, and so I changed the color of the roses in the photo (which I took out back yesterday morning, that spot on my arm is dew), but then the skin tones went purplish, so marked each section, re-coloured, and I'm satisfied with the final photo, but I still do like the original and bright and happy yellow roses growing so wildly best. Thank you for stopping by, too! Hugs, xo
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