The photographer I loved, since 13 years old, Robert Doisneau (French, 1912-1994), until now, his photos still give me lots of fun and happiness without any words. Inside the image, I figure out those unsaid metaphor with tenderness and earnest, kind of love, kind of future. be touched in black and white photo, the one that I concentrated, the one there's no alternation, no doubt, the one I love, now and the past.
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