Born and raised on the shores of a gentle Mediterranean sea.
I come back to life every year at the end of summer and grab my camera, just to get some evidence of the things I truly love, most of them could be explained in this old Tanka (Japanese poem):
“I look to where there are no flowers or maple
in the bay, a lonely hut
In the waning light of an autumn sunset”
in the bay, a lonely hut
In the waning light of an autumn sunset”
Fujiwara Sadaie
