dream, Love, poetry

Dancing in a field of sunflowers. What felt like hours. Dancing upon the unconscious cloud of glory that frolicked in my mind. Reminiscing the memories of imagination. It was all but a dream, such a fancy thing. As I awoke in bed, a sunflower was laid beside my head.

Three Lumen Prints. Roland Barthes. Retractable Fountain Pen.

Travel, Atlanta

Three hearts

Travel, Atlanta

Underwater photography

Travel, Architecture, Atlanta

Richard Meier's lines

Travel, Architecture, Atlanta

Looking up at the High Museum

Travel, spring, Atlanta

Soaking up all the spring

Travel, Self-portrait, Atlanta

Gerhard Richter portrait

Travel, Art, Atlanta

Wooden cake