“The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back into the past, back to the place.People come through the whiteness, through the bright light, but all of them are ghosts.” — from the novel SINFUL FOLK
sorry for the lack of posts. I¡¯m having this stage when I hate every single image that I make, like, everything! I¡¯m leaving for a week to my favorite city on Earth - st. When I¡¯m back I will be working and posting again.