How frail the human heart must be- a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing- a fragile, shining instrument of crystal, which can either weep, or sing. How frail the human heart must be- a mirrored pool of thought. So deep and tremulous an instrument of glass that it can either sing, or weep. {Sylvia Plath} Das sind einige Ergebnisse aus dem Fotoshooting von Sonntag. Ich bin in mein neues Objektiv (Canon 100mm / 2.8 USM Macro) so unglaublich verliebt, ich gebe es ni[...]








