
of the glass…

Day-to-day pics and words by nob… My dear beautiful lovely days passing with pretended nonchalance… Everything is a once-in-a-lifetime chance… The river current never stops flowing, and its water keeps changing… The blowing wind will never be able to come back to the present same place…

of the glass…

they are ready for each departures…

the cleaned field kitchen is ready for campers…

in the old glassy shelf…

in the plastic bottle…

in the glass dome…

growing taller and taller year by year…