you never know where her curiousity leads

a prelude

in some games all limits are defined and solid
but in some they clash and move endlessly

june heatwave

there is never a long story

but in all honesty
i should tell the short ones, too


(i think this might turn out to be something, i think i might have the start of a project here)

it's july.

sun drumming
flaring dots when you close your eyes
air pressing down the heat
scent of sweat and muddy water
the drops on your skin
disappeared

candy fotograms, such powerful simplicity

in april

mundane photographs have the air of possibility, or rather, they are the possibility

i'm curious, and i'm not the only one i guess

when summer holidays begin

her wet hair

La Plage de Larc-en-ciel. 2008.

Tarleena. May 2009.

on the brink