pi & anne

photography

  • Choice, or no choice…

    It’s not without a sour aftertaste I’m sharing this with you. I believe this to be…

  • Summer

    Summer The days of being. Their sluggish, placid walk On searing potholes. Shimm’ring sky. Escape is…

  • Facing away from the wind

    The sea always, always, always grounds me. There is something about the rigid subjection to the…