Деревья в цвету. Капли крови на белых лепестках. Капли прошедшего, настоящего, грядущего. Из прошлого смотрят пустыми глазницами черепа мертвых птиц. Они вплелись в её волосы. Стали ей спутниками из мертвого мира. Настоящее вокруг. Пробивается к свету первыми цветами на деревьях. Грядущее сокрыто, во тьме под закрытыми веками, в складках белого платья. Белого как утренний туман…
Trees in bloom. Drops of blood on the white petals. Drops of the past, present, and future. The skulls of dead birds stare out of the past with empty eye sockets. They were tangled in her hair. They became her companions from the dead world. The present is all around. It makes the way to the light with the first flowers on the trees. The future is hidden, in the darkness under the closed eyelids, in the folds of the white dress. White as morning mist…
Trees in bloom. Drops of blood on the white petals. Drops of the past, present, and future. The skulls of dead birds stare out of the past with empty eye sockets. They were tangled in her hair. They became her companions from the dead world. The present is all around. It makes the way to the light with the first flowers on the trees. The future is hidden, in the darkness under the closed eyelids, in the folds of the white dress. White as morning mist…
Natalie Ina
Blooming sorrows.
Model: Anastasia Nikolaeva.
May 2021.
Natalie Ina Photography.
