tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5397735244711730732.post7811903485265765539..comments2024-03-28T10:22:46.116+01:00Comments on kwarkito: Déjà l'automnekwarkitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13214647796138522033noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5397735244711730732.post-86248423260518144032012-09-23T09:11:38.715+02:002012-09-23T09:11:38.715+02:00Yes ... It also could be something like that... Ma...Yes ... It also could be something like that... Maybe it means our lives are like sand castles... There is almost nothing left after.... it was not my first intention... But now with your point of view, I look at those pictures in a different waykwarkitohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13214647796138522033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5397735244711730732.post-86764596260669214742012-09-22T05:13:49.112+02:002012-09-22T05:13:49.112+02:00as one photo follows the next scale is lost and th...as one photo follows the next scale is lost and the boy appears a giant to this transient city of sand. each photograph alone is wonderful as a photograph. together they tell a different story that somehow leaves me shaken just a little, or perhaps it is my mood. sometimes we can know we will die and sometimes we see into it and through it, out onto the other side.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.com