the first experience can never be repeated. the first love, the first sunrise, the first south sea island, are memories apart and touched a virginity of sense // robert louis stevenson
salt. salt covering everything. salt in your nose and your hair. salt down to your bones.
hair tangled and knotted by the wind. hair flying everywhere.
people, going, coming, looking out, sleep on chairs, sleeping on floors.
the deepest blue, everywhere.
towns you watch from above for awhile but never enter and then gradually drift away.
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summer 2013 // we were in athens photographing this wedding, and so we took the ferry to turkey and back. on the way there we stopped at a small greek island overnight, and on the way back we were on the ferry for fifteen hours and over night too. we slept on chairs as the boat rocked and infomercials played. it was an adventure i’d highly recommend.