Cows and snow storm in the mountains, steam train, what else a photographer could wish!? I was happy like a kid at Christmas.
I couldn’t fell my fingers; I felt like thousand needles stabbing my face, it was that cold and windy. Fishing boats, tractors on the seashore in February. Say no more! It’s surreal; I love it!
I see no people in the crowd; I look at no streets, no buildings, trees, the sky, the river. I see pattern, one living thing. I’m fish and cities are the seas.