the fabric of light

.. I saw a lot of shadows.

in the light of this rain

truth is, it was not raining, but just about to. the light became soft and melted on things left outside.

I recall Easter

London

out of clichees ...

warm again

Spring

... even with a flower

Above the street level

hope for summer

as winter fades.... gets darker an dirtier everyday , I hope for summer ...
as everything happens from now on is just the long way to summer.

get hungry

whenever we have time for it ... food is indeed the safe adventure we can play as we like ... never sure of results, but amazing as a trip ...

together in absence