Why Not

Backyard

Apocalypse Now

Rauchsauna

Trainspotting

Kokk

Blue Lagoon

Narco Dogs

Ring My Bell

Romantic

Romantic

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.
–  John Keats –

The Island

Waiting for Noah’s Ark

Apple Juice Factory

Amanita muscaria

Lonely Road

How to Play Agricola

Local Tour Guide

My Bloody Valentine

Juminda lighthouse

Madam

chief cook

Thank You

b-boy

it was f… freezing

Avo

The Ending

Rider

kersti

The Hunter

Toiduahela selge liider

Käbi ei kuku kaugele

Inimloom täitis taas kvooti…

Rahvamaja

Inga

Osmussaar lighthouse

Blue Strawberry

Testudines

full of air

kaarel

kersti