A winter beach
"This confusion of my ear whisper of life with the sounds of the nature that I caught dozing through the sleep of dreams, it is a sign that these minutes on the porch in the sun of the second hour, counted more no other, for the child I was and the man I have been, since their only theme dominates today: I took possession of the land, I participated in plant life, I advanced in a mystery that urban children will never know ... "
François Mauriac. Mémoires intérieurs
Photography: Emily Kornya