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