WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: WHEN THE MUSÉE WAS OPEN TO SHADOWS

Whenever I took photographs in Paris, my lens always seemed oblivious to the hundreds and thousands of tourists and inhabitants strolling around me, as if it was all mine, art and shadows. Now, these days, with all the closures, this is how I still imagine the museums; sitting, waiting, watching the shadows turning and time […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY TRUNKS TELL TALES

I wonder, as with love and hate,which came first- bark almost buried blindor the sweet lie of this lichen grown over as if you where the breath to its lung,the furrow to its field, the ground to its grass, the remnants of its final stand. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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