On the line
Stills of a place I love, full of memories and nostalgia.
> I don't know if handing your laundry in your garden between two tree is very common but I am lucky my grand-parent do, because it create such beautiful stiff of life. it's so cool to see all the colourous, yet washed-out clothespin hanging in the middle of the lush vegetation.
β§ I was wandering in the living room and my eye got stuck on that small table for a second. What a mess it was, but so intriguing. Books and magazine of all sort, accompanied by various vases. The one with the most fancy shape was actually holding a small plants with very smooth round leaves. I had to take the shot. Also next-to-it another beautiful ceramic with a smooth olive color that nicely contrast with the plant.
β¨ Someone left it's vintage bike on the garden's terrace, and I thought it would make a cool shot. It sits next to an heterogenous set of flower pots, except there's not much flower yet. I love the floor of that terrace, a large expanse of concrete, now aged by the time. But what's cool are the slabs, there's not really square, but all slightly curved. Which somehow breaks the cold, the boring of the stone.
^ Moments before going out in the garden, I look up in the corner of the door. A beautiful glass door is reflecting the soft sky while a whole family of young ivy leaves are hanging out above it. In the background the bright sky reveal the silouhette of a plane tree whose foliage create an ocean of colored spots inviting you to take a swim.
^ Amongst the lushy vegetation, abandoned man-made objects. A pottery, lost on its small stone wall. Blessed by the few sun that escape, from the bamboo forest it sits near by. But it's not the only one, the garden is scattered, of those pretty art pieces. Perhaps for the bugs to enjoy them ?
> I don't know if handing your laundry in your garden between two tree is very common but I am lucky my grand-parent do, because it create such beautiful stiff of life. it's so cool to see all the colourous, yet washed-out clothespin hanging in the middle of the lush vegetation.
^ Moments before going out in the garden, I look up in the corner of the door. A beautiful glass door is reflecting the soft sky while a whole family of young ivy leaves are hanging out above it. In the background the bright sky reveal the silouhette of a plane tree whose foliage create an ocean of colored spots inviting you to take a swim.
β§ I was wandering in the living room and my eye got stuck on that small table for a second. What a mess it was, but so intriguing. Books and magazine of all sort, accompanied by various vases. The one with the most fancy shape was actually holding a small plants with very smooth round leaves. I had to take the shot. Also next-to-it another beautiful ceramic with a smooth olive color that nicely contrast with the plant.
^ Amongst the lushy vegetation, abandoned man-made objects. A pottery, lost on its small stone wall. Blessed by the few sun that escape, from the bamboo forest it sits near by. But it's not the only one, the garden is scattered, of those pretty art pieces. Perhaps for the bugs to enjoy them ?
β¨ Someone left it's vintage bike on the garden's terrace, and I thought it would make a cool shot. It sits next to an heterogenous set of flower pots, except there's not much flower yet. I love the floor of that terrace, a large expanse of concrete, now aged by the time. But what's cool are the slabs, there's not really square, but all slightly curved. Which somehow breaks the cold, the boring of the stone.