Morning light
The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men. But I am a part of this universe, and the most courageous thing to do is to accept it and the tragedy at the same time.
Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959


by Burçin Esin
[ID: waves of long green grass speckled with yellow flowers.]
NILS-UDO, Sella Nest, 2008 - Val di Sella, Italy
Clemenson Clay Nest, 2005 - South Carolina,
and Red Nest, 1999 - Aachen, Germany

𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴
to experience her is a privilege










