The Hunter With Wings


It Began When I Was Very Little. I found a heart shape leaf and kept it between the pages of my fairytale book. Often, I held and waved it gently on my face, I smelled the mud and chlorophyll; echoes from nature exert an everlasting pull on my heart. One day the leaf crushed. I believed that the fairy liked it so much and had to steal it away. I tried to look for the same leaf, but can never find one alike.

The cedar fragrance, valley wildflowers, falls beauties, ghost frost, all the nerves trembling feels that connect to my heart are the aims - My hunting expedition began.

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Friday, March 28, 2008

Storm Watch


















































With absolute command, the gutsy growling wind lifted the waves to perform a wildest acrobat show.

Soundly insane, I challenge the wind and cold salt water to shove on my body. The thrilling part is to hail them towards me. The waves smash over the sea wall and toss logs and rocks on my face.

Seagulls swarm off madly as I chase the wind, catch the waves and completely fall in love with the tidal lunacy.
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