"What are my dreams?" he asked.
I nodded.
He stood up from his typewriter.
He moved like someone entirely comfortable in his own skin.
"To play my clarinet," he said.
And then he did.
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18 comments:
Amazing person. I've enjoyed the series.
I liked what you did with the writer of poems.
I am thinking about starting a blog just to pass on some information about what I do to take my pictures. Do you think it would be helpful?
How funny. We both used the words 'comfortable in my skin' today. A lovely post.
The simpliest dreams are sometimes the easiest to reach..
I like his hands. On every picture you took, my eyes are attracted by those hands; They can work in a farm, write poems and play music..
Hands that create are hands that think.
I knew it, I knew it! he's a snake charmer too. Maybe he's having an 'outta skin experience'.Hahahaha
Can't tell you how much I've enjoyed these poetic posts! You are very talented, Brattcat, and this is the absolute perfect ending!
Superb!
I agree: superb!
What a gorgeous series! I believe that was the highlight of my week online. It was very moving.
Perfect conclusion, very nice series. Usually I am not fascinated by this kind of people, I'm a Vogon after all and barely tolerates any talented colleague...
THis is so fantastic !! I loved this post..Thanks for sharing..Unseen Rajasthan
Nice idea for a series!
wow it's amazing he is that kind of guy with many talents! An artist indeed!
Have a great weekend
Léia
Bonjour Luxembourg
This has to be the best series of one person I've seen for a while. Just fascinating I'm genuinely fond of this guy virtually.
The empathy with your subject glows through this series, BC. It is such a pleasure to see restraint at work.
Brava!
I have to confess that I don't get poetry. I read a lot of novels but poetry just doesn't make it for me But it's great to see that others seems to enjoy it.
How lucky for us that you came upon him.
This was a fantastic photo story, brattcat. I found the ending very satisfying . . . I won't soon forget this series.
Aw, sorry it's the conclusion. I have a feeling that this guy could write a book.
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