A field of corn can seem so wide when you're not here next to me. I lay here looking up at the sky, the clouds passing, thinking of you. The summer days create droplets of transpiration here on my face, and i feel each drop first slowly, gradually faster, momentum gaining, fall down my cheeks. I am not sure whether it is from the heat any longer, or a saltiness that appears from the tears in my eyes. All i know is that this camera can capture these moments that i want to keep here, of you and me.
If ever going to Dijon, forget about the mustard, simply sitting in the park listening to some jazz and snapping some locals on a sunday afternoon is pure bliss.
This summer, I took a two month bike trip around the south of france with one of my best friends. We shared many memories. Starting in Bordeaux, we moved our way towards Pau, Montpellier, and then worked our way over to Nice, where it's nice.
Here, creating sweet delectables. A new era is here, summer has arrived in the form of two goddesses.
I saw the first summer fly last night. it damn well was annoying but i did jump a 'lil inside 'cos i meant summer is pretty much here.. to celebrate, here's an entertaining fly post.