A soft kitten under covers on a spring afternoon in Vermont.

Puppies in a basket out on the porch protected from the rain in Eureka, California.

Monkeys solving complicated puzzles alone on live camera in Borneo.

Robots making little clay kittens while playing Franz Liszt.

Bloggers fixing their von Dutch hats in their Dumbo lofts around sunset.

A sweet puppy rushing through fluffy snow in slow motion in upstate New York.

A beautiful looking stranger on a plane reading the same book, just an earlier page.

Warmth in a good place in the middle of the night.

The little grain of sleep under the eyelids after a long day of successful work.

The funny joke.

Reflection of water ripples on the ceiling of the hotel room in which the sheets are no longer anywhere near the bed and in which every smell is most familiar though now much cooler.

The 5th gear in an SL 55 AMG.

A slow walk through the forest at sunrise.

The hug from a long lost friend in the dark.

The water.

The “little water.”

The first touch.

A solved puzzle.

The chirp of a bird sitting on an outstretched hand in the summer of a Mediterranean vineyard.

California.

Paris.

Sylt (the northern part.)

The last words your mother told you just before she hung up the phone last time.

Long exposure with a new camera.

Long exposure with an old camera.

Long exposure with no camera.

A very secret touch.

There.

Here.

Then.

Now.

tbc…