Footprints in the Snow Tatjana Stevnović 2025

Footprints in the snow were leading from the main building entrance, along the way up, to the white massive metal glass winter garden gate. Prints of small children sports shoes or tiny female feet in the slow walk. If the almost invisible pink coloring at the left shoe top had not slightly differed from all around absolute whiteness we could have thought that someone, who has recently entered the winter garden, was still carelessly enjoying its interior.

Footprints were leading up to the small relaxed naturally bended hand lying in front of the gate inviting to inspect the following. The brightest apricot colored hand extended into almost untouched infant body stopped in a short break before the final rest.

Almost colorless nude on a white marble floor. A grown up girl or a very young maiden in a perfectly tuned reduced beauty.

One lovely leg hill lost under another, arms gently apart, breasts interrupted in a deep breath, calm face.

If the refracting glance of the new flat silver knife handle had not been the only jewelry on the girl’s breasts we could have thought that someone dropped the mannequin doll there and suddenly rushed away.

And if the deep bright red young healthy expired blood pool had not testified the event from far away we could have admired the visual appearance of the scene. 

Visual appearance mighty enough to force a photographer, either with or without intent, to forget his plans and duties and continue shooting while changing observing angles and distances, circling round the body not minding the time passed endlessly seeking for a perfect photo. Shooting the fifteen years old body prepared in best schools, inspiring seminars, healthy climate and properly dosed diets for the final ten minutes posing between the moments of death and police coming. Ten minutes long enough to preserve its unrepeatable beauty.

Gorgeous apricot colored nude pierced by glittering light ray was casually resting in its own bright red blood pool on the brightest marble floor now and forever.

Resting of plans, evaluations and failures, calmed in eternity. Realized and released.

Warned by an increasing noise the Photographer rushed across the almost absolute whiteness rescuing his own just completed priceless treasure.

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At a widely advertised opening of a well known artist exposition silent in deep black elegance Girl’s parents were proudly observing their daughter’s short and unusual life’s confluence.