on the same path, but in different direction

dedicated to my unseen friend "R" who is debating in between two very different directions in her life

roots of music

hot summer, hot music

a private touch in the crowd

sounds brassy

on the border line

colorful performances

a time to Jazz

refuging to the land from the anger of skies

a time for bass

a colorful chat

sky game

the greenish moment

a concrete face

one full day of nature

bodily communication

some day, right from that deep unknown distance, will be a hand drawn out to shake yours, to give your cold shoulders the warmest hug, some day, just some day, and that day could be tomorrow

a little instrument, great music

touching the sky

celebrating the "Canada day" by Canadians