There is photography

And then there is close-up photography

 

In loving memory of my great macro lens

 

 

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Once upon a time when I still had a camera

I also had a great macro lens

Nikon AF Micro-Nikkor 60

 

 

You can go very close with it

You can see details

 

 

Things get almost abstract

Like from another world

Blur and bokeh

 

 

When you loose the visual context

It does not matter anymore what it is

The atmosphere is all that counts

The feeling of something

like a soul

 

 

Now that they are gone

The camera and the lens

I dont cry

 

 

But I think of them fondly

In a loving memory

 

 

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