Real diary (1512)
Life is simple, listening to the master.
Lucas Dewaele, dagboek
Over fotografie en leven.
Month: September, 2020
September 30, 2020
Real diary (1511)
Life is simple, talking to Romina.
September 30, 2020
Real diary (1510)
Life is simple, looking over the wall.
September 27, 2020
Real diary (1509)
Life is simple, checking our new house after Odette passed by.
September 26, 2020
Real diary (1508)
Life is simple, accepting Odette ruined my sunflowers.
September 25, 2020
Real diary (1507)
Life is simple, among colorful artists in residence.
September 24, 2020
Real diary (1506)
Life is simple, feeling at home already.
September 24, 2020
Real diary (1505)
Life is simple, in a classroom.
September 23, 2020
Real diary (1504)
Life is simple, listening to the teacher.
September 23, 2020
Real diary (1503)
Life is simple, teaching.
September 22, 2020
Real diary (1502)
Life is simple: meet people.
September 21, 2020
Real diary (1501)
Life is a simple fact.
September 20, 2020
Real diary (1500)
Life is simple, knowing a true rebel hates her/his own rebellion.
September 20, 2020
Real diary (1499)
Life is simple, coming unto this world head first.
September 19, 2020
Real diary (1498)
Life is simple, not waiting a single moment before emphasizing people beauty.
September 19, 2020
Real diary (1497)
Life is simple, headless.
September 19, 2020
Real diary (1496)
Life is simple, unmasking reality.
September 19, 2020
Real diary (1495)
Life is simple, thinking of a market place in Wuhan.
September 19, 2020
Real diary (1494)
Life is simple, being close.
September 16, 2020
Real diary (1493)
Life is simple, summarizing tonight’s lesson.
September 15, 2020
Real diary (1492)
Life is simple, meeting Anna.
September 14, 2020
Real diary (1491)
Life is simple, considering a day’s closed circuit.
September 14, 2020
Real diary (1490)
Life is simple, denying autumn’s colors. And more…
September 14, 2020
Real diary (1489)
Life is simple, finding a place of silence (in Flanders fields).
September 14, 2020
Real diary (1488)
Life is simple, finding colors in autumn. (Just playing – it will soon be over, don’t worry)
