It reminds me of poem by Czech poet Frantisek Halas; he wrote the long narrative poem inspired by his grandmother Staré ženy (Old Women), apostrophising parts of an ageing female body, eyes, hands, hair, womb and face. The poem begins with the motif of an old woman who staggers to the window on Sunday afternoon.It's not very funny poem. But it is beautiful - and your photo too
Do you think that this is a man? I was always thinking that this is a woman! And that fact alone supports your point. On the other hand, I wanted to give an old look here and I believe I've even done some intentional blurring.
Hm. Well, I'm biased towards sharper photos generally, and sharp faces when they seem to be expressing something specifically, and so would say that adding in noise, textures or some muted color hues might be a preferable way to generate an "old look" and still retain the clarity of the image. But, then, I suppose it depends on what you were going for. Art's fun like that.
Fourteen times….fourteen times Millicent Filoscratanier pulled back her curtain and looked outside. Suffering from cataracts all she saw was light and shadow blending into a foggy dreamlike atmosphere. Yet, although nothing was clear she knew someone was there trying to steal her soul. She let the curtains fall back into place. Her mind traveled back to before she shunned people and no longer went outside. A young girls’ laughter echoed through the dark room where she sat. For the fifteenth time she drew back the curtain. Her soul was caught by a breeze and left her.
ah, but she is so much happier She has been released from the prison of her own making. Her spirit is free..!!!
but she was never 'poor'. Her husband had buried a box of jewels and cash on the grounds of a monastery several miles away. They were the only two who knew of its exiatance and location. After he died she was unable to retrieve the box on her own due to her bad eyesight and fear of going outside. She trusted no one so she couldn't very well approach someone about helping her.