“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording. Yes, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”
— Sylvia Plath.
I'm travelling at the end of this week, and these are the images that come to my mind when I have to pack for my summer holidays. Beautiful places I'd like to visit, and images that remind me of the small village where my father's family live, a quiet and bucolic place in the middle of nature where I'm gonna spend the next days.
The photos belong to different people and tumblrs, as indicated below, but several of them are from Randy P. Martin, an amazing photographer I've just discovered. His work is mesmerazing, checkout his flickr here:
Ph.: the end of my existence, blueberry pie, nomoredramas, randy p. martin (1, 7, 11, 15, 21), 4thethrillofit, rainbowdiary, michelle fleming, oliver tsuji, nesanir-photography, roostblog, lucy laucht, julencin2000, hawaiian coconut