Part of the Story of My Life is that I like
Photography as an art form. Years ago
I attended a photographic art exhibit in Poland,
somewhere near Warsaw -- and I promise to
refresh my memory, so I can remember
the name of the town. -- One of the exhibiting
artists was a young man, whose
photographs stirred the audience; there was
a talk about him and his dried roses
-- they were unusually beautiful.
My friend and I approached the artist
and exchanged a few words with him.
And that was that.
Except, that 34 years later I still remember
those photographs of dried roses.
"Miniature Roses in a Rose Colored Teacup Made by LK." - PHOTO by MALGORZATA KAWASHIMA
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