The road to town
When Miklós is feeling melancholy, he goes out for a walk down the road to town, edged with poplars, parallel to the highway.
In the fading light, he looks at his hands and imagines he can't see them anymore - his hands and feet and hair, all of his body, dissolving and vanishing in the blueness around, like the vanishing of the day. Like he would disappear if he could, and cease to be.
I would be lying if I said photography is one of my main hobbies, or something I have a talent for. In fact I feel quite intimidated by the quality of doll photos in the forums nowadays. But it's been two months without a camera and I never thought I would miss it this much :_D