Valli Boldini aka Frankiesgirl
Profile
- Name
- Valli Boldini aka Frankiesgirl
- City
- Dolo, Venezia
- Country
- Italy
- Joined
- Aug 2007
I’m a neo photographer into capturing life as it moves forward.
My photographer’s eye is mainly inspired by portraits, landscape, reflections and macros. I love experimenting too with photoshop.
I have a strong affinity with music and you will find various musical images for your viewing pleasure.
My username is Frankiesgirl.
Thanks so much for stopping by and taking the time to comment.
© Valli Boldini aka Frankiesgirl. Copying and using any images or writing in my portfolio without prior permission is prohibited.
To make things easier, I’ve added links to my photograph categories. Just click on the links below.
Music
Portraits
Easter Cards
Travel & Landscapes
Architecture
Macro
Flowers &Nature
Insects
Animals
Birds
Miscellaneous
Groups
Valli Boldini aka Frankiesgirl is a member of All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Alternative Christmas Images, Challenge Café, Christmas and Seasonal Greeting Cards, In the Moment, Italy and all things Italian, Macro Untouched and Photoshop Help.
Journal Entries
DAILY WRAP INTERVIEW – AN INSIGHT INTO AN INTERIOR MAN
Posted 6 months ago, 8 comments so far.
The Meaning of True Friendship
Posted 6 months ago, 4 comments so far.
Well.... I'm soooo excited....
Posted 6 months ago, 10 comments so far.
FIRST SALES...OH MY GOSH! THANK YOU HEAPS
Posted 8 months ago, 3 comments so far.
THE LOSS OF A CHILD
Posted 9 months ago, 10 comments so far.
Christmas cards for sale
Posted 10 months ago.
Corvara Weekend
Posted 11 months ago.
Clothing
Writing
Pride Sometimes Hurts
I shiver as your lust creates sparks of energy that bounce around the small studio and tear into my aching body.
Waiting
In the corridor of skeletal carob trees, I sit waiting for you. Their dark succulent fruit, remind me of the secrets held within your tortured soul.
CRY ME A RIVER
This content is not visible because the safe filter is on.The Call
Her self importance had grown since her marriage into the upper classes. Then what about me?
Shame - Poetry written many years ago
There are many who get tired, / In a woman or a man, / for love which goes missing;
Doors
Our life holds many doors. / Those which have already been opened
