Mark Faviell says:The hills kept me going like a cruel beacon promising riches and open water on the other side of the city. I feel the aches and pains as I catch the raucous cacphony of the sea lions on the docks. The sun moves the fog away like a gray veil. The place has me in its grip
Mark Faviell says:We are not tied down by our past as it is only what happened and the story is of no value. We are what we want to imagine in the present creating future through our intentions
Mark Faviell says:I see textures all over my walks and wanders. smooth and rough are often what makes nature the greatest artist even without knowing the result
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