Every moment that the sun touch the sky form one feel the touch of respect in the air just to see a rose ism like looking in the eyes of the angel for who's heart is full of respect to touch a heart with oh what a beautiful morning for the birds to sing a sweet song of respect but to the family that fill the air respect mean a lot to a heart that been touch with respect and yet the morning the sun touch the sky with respect.
Ramond Sawyer
I am Andrew Greening, self-employed entrepreneur and photographer. I was born and grew up in New Zealand, but have lived in Haarlem for quite some time now. I bought my first camera in 1985 and have been involved in photography ever since. Since then, photography has become.. Read more…