Lorna Foran photographed by Julia Hetta
Showing posts with label julia hetta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label julia hetta. Show all posts
15.5.17
21.11.14
5.8.14
31.5.14
24.4.14
reminders to be kind...
i am returning to kindness
a place where I am strong in my softness.
i will start by kissing all of my scars and washing then in rain
collecting dust from long journeys off
my feet.
the way they carry weariness from crossing rivers that should have had bridges.
I will return to build crossing paths over waters that reminded me to be kind.
— reminders to be kind - Tapiwa Mugabe
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Tapiwa Mugabe,
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10.1.14
still...
I still feel the madness rushing through me,
but I still haven’t gotten the word down the way I want it, the tiger is still on my back.
— Charles Bukowski, My Madness
Irina by Julia Hetta for Another Magazine published: spring/summer 2013
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julia hetta,
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13.12.13
What you did….
I've learned that people will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
s-sur/real | valerija kelava by julia hetta for double magazine #26
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photography,
quote,
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25.11.13
Dissolve...
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
Irina by Julia Hetta for another magazine ss 2013
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photography,
quote,
quotes
2.4.13
I still...
I still cry over her.
Empty palms and rosebushes.
The day she left
I clipped all the flowers in my mother’s garden back
and left them to rot
in a bucket
on our front porch, a weary welcome mat.
Spring reminds me of her fingers and how grass grows,
chilled, without her warm breath.
Labels:
julia hetta,
poetry
8.3.12
julia hetta
swedish photographer julia hetta creates beautiful images, some almost resemble renaissance paintings.
previous post on abundance
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