the sun setting over the power lines crossing the barren landscape. a silhouette that i realize has some resemblance with a photo i did in sicily, at one of the craters of the volcano etna. it’s here: walking on the moon.
the sun setting over our sail boat, harbored in a nature shelter along other fellow sailors. a glass of wine, the stillness, the gentle sound of water caressing the hull. the boat slowly rocking you to a carefree sleep. that’s a true treasure.