Swept Aside, Surprise Surprise.

I saw a picture book by Annie Leibovitz the other day at a random swarm in bookshop and it was dead gorgeous. Almost as good as Tim Walker, the picture they produced. But then what strikes me real bland underneath is that no one could ever photographed an ordinary sky scene into something violently beautiful like Max Wanger. They just strike me upon like gentle wind. They blew me away. How can you take your eyes off these shots? 

Its a palliative therapy for people like me who have outrageous love for balloons, dreamy skies and wedding. They make be happy. Like the other side of the world exist and lives a tunnel away.

 


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