These grasses hang like wax in the sun to dry. They are dry and the barbed wire makes the together a yet soft and hard at the same time. The dark clouds in the distant sunlight complete the picture.
Me, poet, watching, alive, floating, walking. From an early age, I've been looking at things differently. Started with a cassette camera and then a real Praktica MTL 5. Now years later and many pictures taken with mobile phones again with a 'real' camera now.. Read more…