Beautiful. Every time I find a spot, high above, I cannot avoid the temptation to take pictures. Life seems different from there. I become an observer, an outsider, detached to everything going on down there. Only when I go down I am able to merge with everyone else.
Sunday, 9 May 2010
High above
Beautiful. Every time I find a spot, high above, I cannot avoid the temptation to take pictures. Life seems different from there. I become an observer, an outsider, detached to everything going on down there. Only when I go down I am able to merge with everyone else.
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