Monday, January 30, 2012

Walking to the angel...

The island often reminds me of those days, when visited by a cancer, I had to go somewhere and talk to make a choice and I am close to the steps I took, to at least go and have a chat with the angel of angels. It was a long and wonderful walk on paths through the rising hills and valleys and roads and the island showed it's stunning beauty, consoling a worried mind... 

AT THE CRACK OF DAWN

HAZY LIGHT IN THE VALLEY

THE BELLS WERE RINGING

FRIENDS ON THE ROAD

STILL HAZY AND MAJESTIC

ANOTHER LONER BUT MIGHTY PROUD

LOVE IN A BRIEF CONTEXT

REWARDS
TAXIARXIS, MIRACLE MAN

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