More ideas from Efe
Lost in America I would love to take this trip to a small cozy cabin and disappear into the fog.

A glance over the shoulder a whisper in the mist, an echo through the trees. Spirit travelers, shamans and tricksters. As surely as his paddle slices the surface, he knows he is not alone. Poem by Wintercove Paddler in the early morning mist.

Photograph by Jennifer Kitchen Leading Lines, Reflection, Tone Leading lines are made by the Eiffel Tower in the background and the couture of the wine glass. There are three Eiffel Towers, two are reflections. The grey hues of the image give it tone.