The wall stood there as if it had nothing to prove. Peeling white, veins of cracks that had slowly chosen their own path. The wooden shutter hung a little crooked, weathered by salt and wind, with rust spots that revealed that time was not an enemy here, but a fellow inhabitant.
In El Cotillo, everything seems to move just a…
Your chosen art on a textile print, stretched in an aluminum or wooden frame. Quick and easy to change for a fresh look and exactly as you want it.
My name is René van Heerdt and as a photographer I am always looking for beautiful places/people and objects to photograph and then edit them.
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