Puis, une fin d’après midi, en revenant, comme à chaque jour, sur la route qui traverse les villages, ses murs avaient blanchi et une histoire n'était plus que l'écho du vent... //Claudia
Guest
16-Oct-2006 00:19
You do superb things with curtains. Your blue curtain photo is one of my all time faves. Again, here, the curtain comes alive, becomes something more than fabric and a remnant of better times. Beautifully composed shot. zM
Guest
10-Jul-2006 14:05
With you always.As my gossame web breathes full, hoping to catch your thoughts.With the winter stains broken away from my glass glaze, that I can only hold you in my spirit as summer.And my arms as windows thrown wide open to capture your brilliance blessing me with vibrant life.You are with me always, even though all I can touch is the air of your being.
