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Day 28~ February 28th~ Lebanon

when time carves its lines

When I started this project I wrongly assumed that a story such as mine with my Lebanon could be told with 29 photographs and 29 small writings. With every passing day I could see that life does not work like that. The stories that came to my mind and married with my photographs each day barely scratched the surface of the immensity that life in Lebanon was to me. Life engraves lines in us, each experience life changing, each event leaving its unique signature on our aging skin. No aging face is designed like any other, in the same way that no life is like another and no fingerprint is the same.

I met this lady in the street while in Beirut, her name is Aida, she could not tell me for sure how old she was and she sold cigarettes for a living. Her lines are evidence to a life that would take ages to tell. Nothing is more humbling than looking at a face like Aida’s.



By ~mimo~

Photographer, Art searcher, Motion Designer, traveler.

48 replies on “Day 28~ February 28th~ Lebanon”

I clicked over from aFrankAngles blog,
A magnificent photo and I totally agree, there would certainly be a wonderful story to tell about her life I am sure.

Excellent photo and words, Mimo! And thanks for your input on my recent troubles – I hope I’m out of it now – we must just keep a very sharp eye on who we accept comments from! Adrian

Reblogged this on A Frank Angle and commented:
Mimo is something that I am not, a skilled photographer. She lives in New York, was born in Lebanon, and loves to travel. In this blog she ties together the people and life in a way that allows the reader to reflect on their own life while learning about the life of others. Here’s a sample involving her beloved Lebanon. Meanwhile, you should know that she just started Egypt. I encourage you to visit and if you comment, please tell her Frank set you. And yes, maybe I will see you in her trip to Egypt.

Every post on your blog is so amazing. This Snap is also a bit gloomy. When we grow up in age, life takes our beauty and gives experience in return. I don’t think it’s a fair trade

What a breathtaking photo – I wish I could sit down with Aida (my mother’s name!), hold her hand, and have her tell me stories that will no doubt remind me of what is truly important in life. Thank you, Mimo

hope that all of your stories come up to meet you, even when you think you already have the story done in your head before you go shooting. because the result is amazing! lovely this old woman.

Most people realize the stories that the elderly can tell and life experiences they can show. But your linking of one’s unique lines on a face to their unique experiences is very powerful.

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