When you think you’ve seen it all… slap yourself. Because there’s no same same there.
Another day is an other day.
And you can walk on the moon.
Or be frozen in the beauty of silence.
Or washed anew in fresh fallen snow.
When you think you’ve seen it all… slap yourself. Because there’s no same same there.
Another day is an other day.
And you can walk on the moon.
Or be frozen in the beauty of silence.
Or washed anew in fresh fallen snow.
not only lovely pictures but the prose is gentle too.