“Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy,
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.

Sunshine on the water looks so lovely,

Sunshine almost always makes me high.”

fishing

- again in Busan fishing harbor

migrators, but not exiles...

-from Elsuk do, Busan

steps...

bamboos in autumn light ...

the last smile in autumn...

"In separation from you
there is
no grief.
Just an unexpected
space

like a house
vacated
a little while ago."

-Manushya Puthiran

(In separation from you)

the fallen leaves...

courtyard of memories

looking up

"There is no return:

You are sentenced to life

With the sun,

The rain And the wind

In the sanatorium for trees."

-Veerankutty

(In the Sanatorium for Trees)

the name

from Busan fishing harbor

connection

knot

gaurded

the alchemie of emerald green

on that black board of nature ...

who is there....?

grows to green ...

there were a period, i never missed even a single day to look at the sky through the green tops....

for whom the bell rings....

mountain blue

The Game

peacock green..

sleeping in the morning light...

frames bringing back a forgotten refreshing smell..

neighbours of solitude..

country roads... take me home...