I’m not an early riser, but maybe I would be if I knew I was going to see this kind of beauty.
Inspiring ciel de nacre! It is the 7pm moment in Normandie when the churchbell rings and the pearly seashell skies wrap all the buildings in such an exquisite light. it is the meditative moment of carrying THE can of Creme and Milk. It is true that that farmer s cheeks are as red as those mountains of Calvados apples, both waiting for the alambic to be fired. Raku fires in the belly of this Dragon wrapped rich black earth…
I’m not an early riser, but maybe I would be if I knew I was going to see this kind of beauty.
Inspiring ciel de nacre! It is the 7pm moment in Normandie when the churchbell rings and the pearly seashell skies wrap all the buildings in such an exquisite light. it is the meditative moment of carrying THE can of Creme and Milk. It is true that that farmer s cheeks are as red as those mountains of Calvados apples, both waiting for the alambic to be fired. Raku fires in the belly of this Dragon wrapped rich black earth…