“If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean’s insanity.
Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune’s vanity.”
“If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean’s insanity.
Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune’s vanity.”
Find a reason to get outside this week.
A photo of last night, caught in the marshes behind the beach of l’Aber (Crozon, Brittany): I was standing with my tripod in 20cm of salted water, to admire the spectacle of these beautiful golden clouds reflecting a natural mirror!
Una toma más de aquella tarde en la que la luz lo inundó todo en Sakoneta…