The eye looks at you through the holes of the fence. The details betray a complex event of coloring thoughts, in this case bluish. What does this pony see, how does this pony see, and what do you see?
Me, poet, watching, alive, floating, walking. From an early age, I've been looking at things differently. Started with a cassette camera and then a real Praktica MTL 5. Now years later and many pictures taken with mobile phones again with a 'real' camera now.. Read more…