Look at us, said the flowers blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in...
It’s so curious: one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours of...
The poetry of the earth is never dead. — John Keats said that...
All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget. In this, as in other...
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless,...
Thanksgiving Day comes, by statute, once a year; to the honest man, it comes as frequently...
For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched. — Simon Van Booy said that...
There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another. — Edouard Manet...
It’s so curious: one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours of...
Taking photographs and writing is my way of saying I was here, I saw this, I...
Leaves were falling, just like embers,In colors red and gold, they set us on fire,Burning just...