The river this November afternoon rests in an equipoise of sun and cloud. A glooming light, a gleaming darkness shroud. Its passage, all seems tranquil, all in tune.
Photo by Adrian Campfield
In June, we picked the clover. And seashells in July. There was no silence at the door, no word from the sky.
Photo by Alessia C
Door Peter
Mensenmens, zoon, echtgenoot, vader, opa.
Spiritueel, echter niet religieus.
Ik hou van golf, wandelen, lezen en de natuur in veel opzichten.
Onderzoeker, nieuwsgierig, geen fan van de mainstream media (MSM).
