There will always be exceptions.
And when these are to celebrate life.
They become even more necessary.
So this is an extra post.
For the one who has the calm that directs my despair to calm.
The one who has sky-colored eyes and who has seen the best and worst in the world.
He who, in addition to techniques and rules, photographs with passion and writes with eloquence.
The boy who holds his lips and frowns when he doesn’t have an answer.
The man who decided to learn more about himself each day.
Michael, happy birthday.
It’s disconcertingly easy to love you.