Wandering

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.
— J.R.R Tolkien

 I have been wandering. As a friend, my camera comes. She is my eyes, the translater to my soul. 

And my little feet walk and walk. Around the earth they go. In a quest to find beauty. 

Hamburg, Berlin, Schwerin, Bremen, Stockholm, Bristol, Bordeaux, Natashquan, Niagara Falls and my home town Sept-Iles.   
 

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