i wish i had more time for photography…
very close to a year ago by now. iceland, the magical nature – i wish to come back one day. for now i can only look at the days washing through my hands as water rushing to the sea, to disappear into the ocean. i wonder where all those days are now.
dove vanno le giornate
quelle buone, quelle nere
quelle già rimarginate
come stanno le tue sere
dov’è andata poi
quell’incanto di un momento
che non scordi più
perché un altro non c’è stato mai
fall. mother nature getting undressed, bare to the bones. sigh. did i need to say i long for spring to come?
these flowers growing in the volcanic sand, beaten by wind and sea never give up. they strive, bloom and keep on living. that’s endurance to me. true fighters of the mighty forces of mother earth, and true beauties of mother earth.
the rocky islands south of the little village Vik, of the southern coast of iceland.
all those night time empty rooms being such a big part of our lives. inspired by andreas gursky.