Saturday, May 28, 2011


"When I grow up, I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels
That’s what I’ll do, throwing out boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me

When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me"



Sylvie said...

beautiful photos, especially the second one...

tom said...

Большое спасибо