captured in bruges, belgium
It is the encounters with people that make life worth living.
Guy de Maupassant
I looked at her. She looked at me. I looked back at her. I pointed at my camera and she nodded her head yes. I walked across the street to get closer. I smiled. She smiled. Her wrinkled hand tightly held a damp paper towel wrapped around a beautiful bloom. She spoke to me. I spoke to her. I took her picture. She was heading to a neighbor’s house to give away her flower. We didn’t speak the same language, but we both understood.
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Sometimes we all really do speak the same language don’t we? XXOO & MORE!! GH
When words are not necessary
Nothing like the beauty of a direct connection.
No matter what language you speak, no matter what country your from, no matter what religion you are, we all love each other the politicians need to see this picture.
Good job, Robin PEACE
Love the story – even more than your picture. Or maybe the other way round …
Love the photo and love your story! xoxo
How lovely is this image?! So very sweet!
Beautiful!
Beautiful! Xo