Mary FALL
@maryfall.bsky.social
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Passionate about black and white. 🔲
Artistically solitary.
A free-thinking woman. Writing is my second passion!
Passionate about black and white. 🔲
Artistically solitary.
A free-thinking woman. Writing is my second passion!
Not to oblivion, but to the bitter waiting of renewal.
Such is the bitter poetry of Saint-Louis: a masterpiece choosing its own fall, leaving behind a luminous scar on the horizon.
Such is the bitter poetry of Saint-Louis: a masterpiece choosing its own fall, leaving behind a luminous scar on the horizon.
November 12, 2025 at 1:38 PM
Not to oblivion, but to the bitter waiting of renewal.
Such is the bitter poetry of Saint-Louis: a masterpiece choosing its own fall, leaving behind a luminous scar on the horizon.
Such is the bitter poetry of Saint-Louis: a masterpiece choosing its own fall, leaving behind a luminous scar on the horizon.
It was nighttime in the streets of Saint Louis. I was walking with a friend when she stopped, amazed:
“Oh Mary, look at the night under the trees… it’s so beautiful.”
And snap. I took out my Z9. Here’s the result: under the trees, the moon, as luminous as ever.
“Oh Mary, look at the night under the trees… it’s so beautiful.”
And snap. I took out my Z9. Here’s the result: under the trees, the moon, as luminous as ever.
April 21, 2025 at 5:52 PM
It was nighttime in the streets of Saint Louis. I was walking with a friend when she stopped, amazed:
“Oh Mary, look at the night under the trees… it’s so beautiful.”
And snap. I took out my Z9. Here’s the result: under the trees, the moon, as luminous as ever.
“Oh Mary, look at the night under the trees… it’s so beautiful.”
And snap. I took out my Z9. Here’s the result: under the trees, the moon, as luminous as ever.
But I photographed it not to defy their discretion, but to magnify it, to show the simple beauty of their lives.
And while they live… I’m always chasing after a Leica camera. Ah, life… it goes on, doesn’t it?
And while they live… I’m always chasing after a Leica camera. Ah, life… it goes on, doesn’t it?
April 21, 2025 at 12:12 PM
But I photographed it not to defy their discretion, but to magnify it, to show the simple beauty of their lives.
And while they live… I’m always chasing after a Leica camera. Ah, life… it goes on, doesn’t it?
And while they live… I’m always chasing after a Leica camera. Ah, life… it goes on, doesn’t it?
Their laundry is washed within the family. Perhaps they are women who live in complete discretion. And if there’s one thing we can see from them, it’s just their laundry hanging after being washed, needing only light and wind for a few hours.
April 21, 2025 at 12:12 PM
Their laundry is washed within the family. Perhaps they are women who live in complete discretion. And if there’s one thing we can see from them, it’s just their laundry hanging after being washed, needing only light and wind for a few hours.
Here are a few photos of a raw view.
Photos not free of copyright.
Photos not free of copyright.
April 18, 2025 at 7:20 PM
Here are a few photos of a raw view.
Photos not free of copyright.
Photos not free of copyright.
Ohh thank you so much!!
April 15, 2025 at 9:31 AM
Ohh thank you so much!!
It is in this way that, while watching television, I raised my eyes and came upon this palm leaf that was floating, and its reflection on the glass, accompanied by the lights of the chandelier—everything became a single element for me. I took some photos to engrave this in my mind.
March 29, 2025 at 10:05 PM
It is in this way that, while watching television, I raised my eyes and came upon this palm leaf that was floating, and its reflection on the glass, accompanied by the lights of the chandelier—everything became a single element for me. I took some photos to engrave this in my mind.