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The photos gathered here have been obligingly used mostly from other websites. It is not my intention to simply introduce you to Miss Nakajima's obvious beauty, rather in these pictures I feel can be seen certain characteristics that further draw us to the emotion of this great singer.
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The Photograph
March 2002: The purest powder blue sky, the golden silky sand with crystalline
turquoise ocean laying as a satin blanket drawn close to their feet. To their left a mystical
barrier of swaying sun filtered palm trees invited the curious eye, but not from the
subjects, for they had eyes for each other, sensuous and deep, vibrant and vital. Though
their eyes glanced united at the camera their gorgeous spirit and love combined into a
richness melting them together as one, his mature arms generously surrounding her
youthful and shorter, fine stance. He stooped gently to align their smiles of sheer delight
and happiness. True love was framed, caught and sealed, surrounded by surf, sand and
sky. Now as he observed the frame, the fragment of their life, he was assured that it was
his treasure and replaced it upon the dustless shelf where it could sparkle in the splintered
afternoon sunlight once again.
Within the Cold Frame
September 2003: The steel frame carried it’s icy feel to his older fingers as he
withdrew the photo from it’s darkened dungeon deep beneath the lonely bed. The cold
blue sky in the scene matched the uncertain dark water that had lapped at the odd
couple’s feet, and the rough brown sand forced him now to clear his heavily congested
throat. He tall, she small, he old and she young, what was wrong? The smile on the
subjects faces seemed withdrawn and deceitful, it told no truth of happiness. He was
crooked, bent like an old stick from a weary oak, her shoulder did nothing but support his
aged broken physique. A rancid odor of dampness and age crept from the photo frame,
it’s only jewel was the corner of broken glass that had splintered from neglect, perhaps
like the image itself.
2007 The Heart never relinquishes its grip on true love, but awaits in lonliness
