Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
I do like these pictures. Especially of the little child.
I remember that tragic story. How grateful I am that these vengeful gods are not our reality.I love the pathos of these photos--there is loving happiness, yet somehow blurred with soft bittersweetness of story.
Love the photos, Prospero..The waterdrops photos are beautiful.
I had to go back to reread the story of Niobe, a very sad one. I always learn something here or am reminded of something I hadn't thought about for a long time.The photos are beautiful and the baby is so sweet.
Interesting vision of this sad history..
Beautifully told tragedy. The baby is adorable and I especially like the last two shots.
Your photos are always so simple yet so full of depth and interest.Have a Happy Thanksgiving. Turkey Butt
The baby is such a sweet photo. Happy Thanksgiving.
you tell a lovely tale with your images, so poignant. Thank you for your note on my blog.
Special shots but mysterious for me:-)hugs love for Angelinafrom Kareltje =^.^=
why the baby?
Beautiful, and yes, mysterious as well. Your pictures capture the essence of tragedy ... a tale told well without words.
A great series of photos here Prospero. You are one creative person too.
All of them great especially as most have said the baby. Wonderful!
This is a beautiful photo story..
Mythology at its best! Well done, Prospero!
Love the new focus on faces and people, Prospero! I am inspired to step into similar subjects, knowing full well it is so difficult to capture with that shutter click.
Thoughts and feelings through images.Very inspiring post, Prospero.
Reach out and touch someone...you certainly do that with these beautiful photos! Thank you:)
Beautifully depicted...I love your images! The last shot is so touching.
Niobe and her sorrows; you send out a glimmer of hope for her; a new life an outstretched hand. Beautiful photos.
mon très cher...les paroles meurent sur mes lèvres devant cette noirceur du désespoir absolu... même la lumière semble être prisonnière dans les gouttes d’eau, sur le point de se transformer elle-même en une blessure au-delà de la mort... oui, elle a tant pleuré... cette main tendue, pourra-t-elle jamais effacer cette souffrance, la faire disparaître du temps du monde? et pourtant... tout est là, dans ce geste...
Hi Prospero, I have an award for you on my blog, I hope you will accept it.But will understand if you don't do awards and things. M x