The wind running through our hair and gently whipping our sun-bleached cheeks. A few stick to our lips; it tastes like salt. The waves roll up to us and yearn to caress the tips of our feet, our fingers, as the sand clings to our light-bathed skin.
Image captured in Gaspésie, QC
- Print 19,75 x 27,5" / 50 x 70 cm
- Printed in Montreal
- Matt, cardboard and textured paper
- Supplied in a rigid kraft tube