WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: WHEN THE MUSÉE WAS OPEN TO SHADOWS — Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

Whenever I took photographs in Paris, my lens always seemed oblivious to the hundreds and thousands of tourists and inhabitants strolling around me, as if it was all mine, art and shadows. Now, these days, with all the closures, this is how I still imagine the museums; sitting, waiting, watching the shadows turning and time…

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: WHEN THE MUSÉE WAS OPEN TO SHADOWS — Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.