What’s left is lost in memory interpret by a passing moth.
As values change from hand to hand time changes the mark into a marker.
For my clothing will fit the earth one day, and happily converse with the grass that embraces my laces.
My will be not my no more but yours as it always was.
As me myself and I became a we us ourselves.
I feel the earth. To feel the photo. It's not always clear why I want to make a photo. It's not always because of the image an sich. Sometimes it's the action itself that's almost more important....
Spring is in the air. It's called Pardoglossum cheirifolium or in ordinary English Dogs Tongue.But that's more or less all I could find on Wikipedia...It's one of those flowers that likes to be in...
A case for Black and White Nature Photography Photography started in black and white, and as nature was an obvious theme choice there is a long tradition of making black and white nature...
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