Five black and white photos from my everyday life. Day four: labyrinth.
How I longed to run into this mess of twisting branches and climb through from one end to the other. But I’m too old. And I still have my pride.
A quiet place.
Five black and white photos from my everyday life. Day four: labyrinth.
How I longed to run into this mess of twisting branches and climb through from one end to the other. But I’m too old. And I still have my pride.