Until the end of time.
Stuff dreams are made of. But may be time’s up.
Times of peace.
Frozen time. I was thinking about the relics of ages long ago. What about personal memories? Sometimes we can be archeologists of our own soul and explore the early days. Do we dare to write a history book?
Thirst for knowledge.
Sometime I try the impossible. Showing a succession of moments in a single image.