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Theme : Aloneness.

Je fais beaucoup de photo sur le thème de la solitude en ce moment. Mais j'aime ce style. Le mauvais temps, la pluie, le vent, et le vide. Grâce à cet environnement, j'arrive à crée des photos remplie de solitude. 

Comment ? À vous de voir. Un temps grisâtre et triste, avec de vieux bâtiments ou des arbres morts, et enfin, aucun être humain sur le plan. 

On se retrouve dans cette bulle qui nous prive de la vie sociale et on s'y sens bien. Pas de problèmes, pas de conflit et pas de stresse. écouter une musique douce en étant assis, seule, devant un étant froid un jour d'hiver. 

Dans mes photos, tous est toujours vide. J'aime représenter la tristesse et la solitude qu'il fasse soleil ou qu'il vente. Ça me rappelle que peu importe le temps qu'il fait, Être seule, c'est génial.All Rights Reserved

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