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first time you get into a desert now easy with all the pavement rolling around you shoot anything, just for the sake; as if the heat will kill you in the next few minutes; you are not there to express the desert on sheet film, you go across with second wife getting ready to deliver her first life; Luna she is now called for a wood cross we saw evocation from the Luna family destroyed by sun and thirst, now bone dry within the sands; so I took the shot and found out later on the 'feminity' of it; dunes travel unravel stories of hidden thoughts from our insides in order for us to read them back; that is a nice way of giving back.
Published Tuesday, July 30, 2013 by henri durand
2 pages