Posts tagged with analog-photography
With the wind
A hand seized a hat from escaping with the autumn wind. Tickled necks and licked coat tails danced at the coming change crossing bridges to another tomorrow.
He was built just like any other man, except that he was invisible. He often staggered on the cobblestones streets of Paris, delirious after a succession of sleepless nights, sometimes with a flat can of beer in one hand, which sloshed and dribbled down his arm. On some days he…