Unspoiled

An intimate moment of a boy sleeping in the sun with the warm sun beams on his skin and a faint breeze of fresh spring air. For me the scene had some kind of unspoiled pureness we do not find frequently in the public: forgetting everything around us and exhibiting unconsciously some kind of intimacy. And at the same time the shadows of a giant tree were reaching out for this pureness and within minutes this intimate moment was over just as time teaches us with the transcience of all moments, aware or unaware, enjoyable or unpleasant.