empty pockets.
strangers I hardly remember wandering in and out
of what might have once been a dream.

North Sea

Scottish winds untidying young souls.

Aix Blanc et Noir

 I've left this city but it has not left me.
black and white lomography film

  

Victoire

not six hours of endurance,
of tried effort
liters of water
sunkissed shoulders
to overlook the whole of Provence
could measure to a single small moment that this country has spent carving my soul.
victoire.

Paris Noir et Blanc

lost in the chasms and corridors of my own heart.