Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky

in the old glass factory

broken circle

the rain is knocking on my door

seagulls fly over the dunes to the sea

a kiss on your back thankx for the cooperation

Shit Andy painted over my photos

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

the beginning of the end

Photography is a love affair with life

sometimes you have to shift things

Photograpy helps people to see

shadows on the wall

my blue hour

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky

in the old glass factory

broken circle

the rain is knocking on my door

seagulls fly over the dunes to the sea

a kiss on your back thankx for the cooperation

Shit Andy painted over my photos

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

the beginning of the end

Photography is a love affair with life

sometimes you have to shift things

Photograpy helps people to see

shadows on the wall

my blue hour