I love apples not only for the beautiful shapes and colors. I love to hold them in my hands, to sense their live warmth and feel stories they may tell me. It may be an apple or a couple of apples which tell a story about love. This is the theme of my photos of red apples in snow. It hits the same and burns alike: hot passion and ice doubts. It’s whole that’s called to be in love. Just like in a human life. On my picture Two Apples they look like a long marriage. Good mature terms, as fine wine: still love intoxication, but peacefully and with trust to one another. |
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