Everywhere I’m looking now I’m surrounded by the light of your halo. An intimate story from Japan photographed by Masaki Sato.
Poem
A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east. A photographic series by Charlotte Tanguy.
