Matthieu Toussaint (aka Matam)

One vision. Eyes wandering across the field of view, and behind.

Lonely Trees

Lonely trees lost in the middle of filed, excommunicated by the others. By one or two, they live, beaten by the rains, bent by the winds, covered by the snow. Life at stake, 'til someone want the place clean of these asocial-kind. Someday. Someday.

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