In to the wind | 01 | 2018

it’s as if the wind is blowing here, can’t say if it’s pleasant or dire.

standing in the wind, saturated with color, decent and mannered. perhaps they have accepted an ever-blowing wind. perhaps this is the the acceptance of death, the acceptance of stillness. apprehension brings desolation for me. this lifeless nature, beautiful and decorous in this endless suspension.