i just started scanning the negatives from my vacations.
the 1st roll came with so many different tones, and reminded me of the intense sun, and its light, that differed from morning to night, and the omnipresent colors of blue, red and beige.
i did something everyday and everywhere i went this summer. picking shells. smooth ones, ragged ones, perfect ones and broken ones. in all shapes and colors.
having the sea as a constant was something i truly treasured.
it really was all about carpe diem. but isn't that always the case when you're ravelling?!