Of photos and moons

traipses

Whoever thought a low-slow rising moon behind the skeletal black branches would bring back so many memories…

I think it is necessary to feel light.. when one traipses through life. There is too much weight in the air these days. Lest one breathes in the g-heavy particles.

I finished organising my photos today and realised I have 500 of them of various denominations and articles that I dont even remember shooting.

Clearing backlogs is such a cathartic process, n’est pas?