Sunday, September 21


During summer, my mother lives in one of the smallest villages of France. The village consists of a few houses, some farmland, and has no church. The garden overlooks a large meadow, where coffee coloured cows spend their quiet days. The cows all end up as meat in the supermarkt, which changes the way I look at them. My mother spends her days saving wild cats from starvation. On the picture you see one of them.