Sometimes things seem endless. Something that lasts forever, that never ends. Get lost in the distance. To get lost. Distance. A poetic feeling that manifests itself and invites poetry. Lines of poetry that just don’t want to appear. Which still remain hidden. Who roam somewhere. Somewhere. Perhaps in infinity.


Canon EOS 5D MarkII – EF 24-70mm F 2,8L USM – ISO 100 – 27Mm – F 4 – 1/200sec – 2014, July.