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Ярмин Василий

Ярмин Василий

детское одиночество фото: 19 тыс изображений найдено в Яндекс.Картинках

детское одиночество фото: 19 тыс изображений найдено в Яндекс.Картинках

детское одиночество фото: 19 тыс изображений найдено в Яндекс.Картинках

детское одиночество фото: 19 тыс изображений найдено в Яндекс.Картинках

детское одиночество фото: 19 тыс изображений найдено в Яндекс.Картинках

детское одиночество фото: 19 тыс изображений найдено в Яндекс.Картинках

I put on a smile, or the best replicant I can. But this is how I feel all the time. So much wasted time. Tell me I didn't waste me time. You never intended to stay.

I put on a smile, or the best replicant I can. But this is how I feel all the time. So much wasted time. Tell me I didn't waste me time. You never intended to stay.

Stairs at Liljeholmen in Stockholm, Sweden

Stairs at Liljeholmen in Stockholm, Sweden

Diagonal and vertical lines. The diagonal line is the main focus of the image, it gives a sense of excitement and energy, shows direction. Vertical lines on the side give height to the wall, gives a business-like and masculine feel.

Diagonal and vertical lines. The diagonal line is the main focus of the image, it gives a sense of excitement and energy, shows direction. Vertical lines on the side give height to the wall, gives a business-like and masculine feel.

stunning architecture photography

stunning architecture photography

inspired by the poem of EAP, alone: From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red…

inspired by the poem of EAP, alone: From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red…

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