the only people for me are the mad ones...the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn burn burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.... (Jack Kerouac).
Thursday
Cape Morning
Today I did a shoot on Llandudno beach, lay down, felt the sun on my face and looked out at the sea.
It felt more then good. I was listening to nothing, but hearing everything.
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