Thursday, December 4, 2014

Leurs chemins se sont croisés



Crossing Paths


There were actually three photos of this mother/daughter pair 
walking down Rue Saint-Paul in the Marais.  


The blurred figure moving in the opposite direction 
gave this shot a touch of mystery...
 with a sinister mood.



Le Petit Saint-Paul
40, rue Saint-Paul
75003, Paris
le Marais

10 comments:

martinealison said...

Bonjour chère amie,

La chemin de la vie est faite de croisements...
Jolie photo...

Gros bisous ♡

William Kendall said...

Yes, something out of a black and white French movie about a mysterious fellow with nefarious motives...

Betty Carlson said...

It does look like it's something out of a film...

Joe said...

Wow ... terrific composition and, contrast and movement in this image Genie. A fabulous capture.

Peter Olson said...

One post a day, since four or five years! … and always with something special, like this one – and the exact address! Bravo and bravo again!!

Revrunner said...

I didn't think sinister so much as how much mother and daughter looked alike.

Alexa said...

I love it—a moody moment in time.

Danar O said...

I see five ladies here. The daughter that mother used to be; the inner girl of mother, the present mother, the present daughter, and the mother she will be.
Then... what means "time" if a fraction of a second captures 50 years?

They two represent the force of love going from each one to the other, for walk to a future that they saw in the past and their quest in their actual moment, when mother learn to teach how to advance to that future and the daughter learns how to be a mother who protects against internal and external ghosts.
This made me remember a love song lyrics that goes something like "...I love you because on the street, elbow to elbow, we're much more than two..." And in black and white, it's a timeless razon.

Again, what is time...?

Maybe the only definition of time, with sense, is " time is this very moment that I live". Beyond that, everything is speech.


And, for me, it's a proof the real power is clearly owned: the tuft of a beloved little lady retracts any blurred menace, (and certainly exposure time was the same for both). The second man I see there, blurred too, is myself, when I don't get inner peace.

Thanks Genie, for raising my consciousness, and thanks God for you.
Blessings, friends! d(:-D)anar

Randy said...

Marvelous movement.

Jack said...

I am increasingly fond of photographs with blurred walkers hinted at. They add some mystery and ambiguity.