One part woman, the other part girl. To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls. Trying her wings out in a great big world. But I remember... Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer. Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.
This photograph NEVER ceases to not only capture my stare, but my heart. The title alone reminds me of the ever-classic father-daughter song "Butterfly Kisses", which makes the white dress call out of youth, innocence, purity and beauty. That song happens to be sad for me personally as opposed to sweet, but this photo is the precise redeeming quality of it. It reminds me of the gifts in nature, the very earth that kisses us every day -- be it through the sun, the rain that hits our cheeks or the snowy cold air that turns them red. Butterflies are so symbolic of freedom, beauty, love and light. Transformation. This so starkly representing in an enrapturing, vibrant crimson butterfly held in the hands, against the sterile, pure white dress speak to me of loving the transformation from innocence to experience. Innocence isn't ruined or lost by simply LIVING. Breathing ALIVE just as the butterflies make me want to do every time I see one -- breathe deeper...all the way down to my toes. And, that's the final quality I absolutely love in this image. 'Right down to the toes'...the bare feet are again so free in being uncovered and stand against cold stone. Yet the don't seem remotely bothered by the dirt. I could dissect this photograph and all the symbolism I read into it, but what I really feels like to me is a gift. Hands held out, giving me, the viewer, the gift. The kiss, the freedom, the love, the beauty. I've shared this particular image with so many friends and they all feel so similarly -- taken aback by such a simple gesture speaking so loudly, but ever-so-gently. A whisper. A whisper that when I see this image says, "It will all be okay. I am here. And, we are free." Amazing, incredible image. It's been my own personal Daily Deviation for months now. And, as I look back, I see it was submitted on my birthday. This really was a gift -- but not to me -- to ALL of us. Thank you.
Smile! It's so much better than being angry or disappointed because it took me such a long time to reply. But since those words I receive on here mean so much to me, I am doing my best to work on my self-discipline and get back to everyone eventually. (If you read this more than once, it just means that I am even more grateful for you sticking around - and that I want to spend more time actually replying than explaining where I've been!)
I don't know the song but I do remember butterfly kisses when I was a little girl....then giving them to my kids when they were little too - such a lovely moment to share and this recalls it beautifully
i adore this picture and really want to help you by writing a critique [even though i'm not sure how much i could help], but it doesn't load for me =/ it's been loading for like half and hour, but didn't advance at all, so i gave up. and can critique it in a comment if you want, though. sorry about that =/
aww that's so sweet of you! Don't worry about not being able to help, because I appreciate every comment I get (except for those that say "I'm first" ). I think it doesn't work because you're not subscribed, could that be? But I'm sure the function will be instilled for everyone soon, because it's well received until now. (: I would be happy about a critique then, but I appreciate a comment as well, just do it as you like.