Catography # 41. “The Martian cliffs”

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(Image and copyright of Sabrina Boem, published with the kind permission of the author).
Photographing cats is not for everyone or for all. Take and read them is a solitary and unknowable riddle. As the world. As soon as you think you have it figured out, contextualized, grabbed, exhausted, flies away. Elusive. Feral.
As the fragments of an immense and very fine rose that keeps in itself the whole, while remaining sliver of herself. We stopped at the edge of the primordial water, but without having in his eyes their eyes clear.
Before us there is the immense source that contains everything and dreams.
But we are like Martians, who see their own tiny, deformed and distorted in a small sandy fowl on the rocky cliffs of Mars seas.
Never in the water, in who we face.
Their.

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