Do pigs dream of purple butterflies? (about self-sufficiency in photography)
In the evening the pig falls asleep, in the smell of hay and warm mud, he lays on his side, he has the starlight through the shutter. And then he dreams…
In the evening the pig falls asleep, in the smell of hay and warm mud, he lays on his side, he has the starlight through the shutter. And then he dreams…