One of my old photos (before TAoP) showing contrasts. This is a photo I love because of the black and white picture as the background on the one side of the photo and the dancer with the bright yellow uniform on the other side. It was during her break that I took this photo and I had the chance to capture her daydreaming. Is she dreaming of her lover? Does she want to be kissed? A lot of emotions fill me when I see this photo.
And I cannot but remember The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, the poem of T.S. Eliot (1888–1965)
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.