Time and space have no hold, just the waves crashing
Homage to David Hockney
They waded out as waves unfurled their salty gifts on them
The hidden lake, deep and clear
The sky above is comparable to a sea where clouds inhibit; fluffy and comfortab
As they walked together on the shores of the sea, and the hairy dog was jumping
Satyricon
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds
My cleaning brushs cotton rag ( Textile Market, Bangkok)
Sometimes he walks through the
Kerchiefs seller
Don't let me go
Touch of nature
A father's love - a love without end
In the middle of the journey of my life
