born free
Achillée and Anaïs spent the day watching birds. It's their first day out since their granddad's death

Life is but a moment to be captured.


The comfort of the Nikons and their glasses, that opens one to inspiring, creative and spectacular vistas, could be a distracting pastime in these moments


birds looming about over Hamlet's promontory, in the brave o'erhanging firmament, the majestical roof fretted with golden fire... which appear no other thing than a congregration of vapour


Yet what is this quintessence of dust?






a reflection on death...

without an answer

to much chagrin

and sudden loneliness under the unpredictable cold sun

What happened was gone with the wind...
























