Some of my recurring dreams occur within this kitchen in Cannes. Four years ago I slept on the kitchen floor of this flat for five nights and I've since thought this to be the reason why. It's always the same situation of me existing strongly on those black and yellow tiles. While I was there the second time I made my kitchen moments linger, and studied the colours on the walls, on the floors, in the sink change from night until day, in search of some reason why they recur in my subconcious. This image is the view outside the kitchen during daytime.
Wild Salmon in Cannes.
Beaver on a dam, in Cannes.
12 Yuccas where the man in the iron mask was allegedly kept
A tender moment with a great piece of driftwood.
Silence that can make a grown man cry.
Lichens that can make a grown man cry
Swimming is the easiest reaction one can have/do to the desire to feel submerged by a 'scape. On land, it is a little more complicated to reach such a submerged feeling, so one has to resort to alternatives, like forming a bouqet, or taking a photo.
Studying planetary formations in mimosas.
A stream in the woods being signaled by the sun.
The excitement never ceases.