Every shot is an extraordinary piece of art; our planet is the most phenomenal masterpiece. It’s astonishing how the bio-diversities used to thrive in their own uniquely harmonious ways until we destroy them one by one. Humans are such assholes.
"He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest; My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good."