Thursday, 16 April 2009

The food of love


If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it;


As her finger plucked the taut string, she lifted her right foot onto the bleached timber bench, and, bending low, encouraged the melody to envelope the upturned ear ...

7 comments:

Mo said...

And tomorrow we will see the other hand. yes? No?

brattcat said...

This is rich in focus and tone, Julie. The composition is as spare as a poem. Beautiful.

Ann said...

this is great. You are getting really good at these detail shots. Its something I have yet to try, for some reason I just don't think to do it. I like everything about this one.

Jilly said...

Love the detail. Somehow, just looking at this I can feel her concentration. Also loved your foot shots the other day. Superb.

Greg said...

Wonderful sharp photography! Thank you for sharing :-)

Joan Elizabeth said...

I am really liking your portrait without faces shots. They speak in a different way .. the context is all there in a very powerful way.

Virginia said...

What you do best, Julie. Just lovely.
V