This is my favorite photo, of all the photos I know in this world. It
is so delicate and deep, that I hesitate to post it on the Internet,
where there is no standardization of image quality or even monitor-viewing quality or adjustment. The expression is so delicate, that
even the slightest change in the image tone or any other partameter
can wreck the content.
The content:
This is a photo of someone whose visitor had just left to go back to
the East. After saying goodbyes, etc., and waiting until her loved
one vanished out of sight, the woman stepped back to get a glimpse of
the scene/happenings before leaving. But while I watched, something
miraculous came over her, and I knew that she had reached that
detaached state where she was overseeing and getting a glimpse into
the whole event from the spiritual point of view, as only a Berliner
of that time could. Her ephemeral facial expression, which is clearly
both smiling on her left side and sad on her right side, reflects the
whole bittersweet and mystical overview of what God had created in
that event. The whole, exquisite, refined, extraordinarily delicate
resignation with the human condition. I have learned the most from
this magnificent photo. I never tire of looking into her amazingly
illuminated eyes. Never.
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