writing with light
When the photograph is a mirror of the man, and the man is a mirror of the world, then Spirit might take over.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 08, 2009
The dreaming game from childhood, when laying down in summer's warmth on the lazy grass, with a straw in one corner of the mouth, looking beyond crowns of emerald trees and imagining lovely shapes and scary monsters in the cheerful company of friends; that seems to never ever let go. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't wish it to.